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Home is safe,

Home is the place you,
Take off your bra,
Slip into your comfys,
Free the inner piece of you,

Yet when the lights are off,
Why do i feel so alone?
Why do i feel as if there is something missing?
Why do i cry so hard?

Because home,
Home is where your lips touch my forehead,
And you whisper,

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