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Jeanette Jan 2015
I remember that night I slept
in the guest bedroom of your
mother's old house;
your childhood bedroom just across the hallway.

I waited all night for you
to sneak back.
You sat quietly on your bed
romanticizing foggy memories.
Y.M.H.H. Pt.I is the first poem in a series of poems about going back home.

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