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Home is where I lay with you
my shoes under your bed
my smokes on the side table,
where you and I smile
and laugh at each other’s
insanity and talk without words.

Home is where we write and sing
and dance, drunk on wine
before collapsing into each other’s arms,
where we make love
like we have forever
and do it all unconditionally.

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