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H.O.M.E


H.O.M.E

That place some of us are blessed enough to know.

A place that shows us what it means to live without something.

Now I'm not trying to offend anyone who doesn't have a home.

When the world takes it's ugly hand and takes what we know into its burning core.

My home is a place that I could never replace.

 

 

What's yours?...........

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