Page 21 - Fallen Thoughts
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Welcomes me,
Instead of scorning.
In the middle-of-the-night
Conversations
With my best friends
In the rain pounding
On my window
It's in my memories
And in my future.
It can get lonely
Without a material
Place to feel safe
But home is where the heart is
And my heart is never far
From where I am.
