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there are places I've been longing: somewhere warm and tender—an arm to hold and eyes to stare. a soul to hug and a name to mention upon the universe between the loneliest night. a smile so pretty and a voice so appeasing. oh how I miss my home; a little place where only us exist, wherever I'm with you—because sometimes home isn’t four walls, it’s two eyes and a heartbeat.
-n
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