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He wasn't home, He's just a house you took shelter in, When he's got broken windows and opened doors, Leaking roof and creaking floors, You don't owe him rent, He was opened to welcome just about anyone, And love meant permanent resident, Not a temporary come-and-go tenant. @byizn
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Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC
He Wasn't Home
He wasn't home, He's just a house you took shelter in, When he's got broken windows and opened doors, Leaking roof and creaking floors, You don't owe him rent, He was opened to welcome just about anyone, And love meant permanent resident, Not a temporary come-and-go tenant. @byizn
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Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC
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