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tatcatSilently felt
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(for C.B)

Home

by tatcat

My home is hard to define;

Not a place so much as a feeling

There are no walls to contain my home

She laughs and she sings.

My home is not a place;

She is always with me

My home is

The point I'll always return to

In her arms

I have found my home.

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