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Someday I'll call this too homeMaybe home isnt borne of a state of belonging as it is of nostalgiaMaybe it isnt as much the people as it is the smells they carryThe organized chaosThe sense of having once been

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work in progress. Can we just be people Existing instead of reminiscing, If walls were blackholes , Could your mass bend my gravity ? Got one feet in the past Not all things are meant to last. To claim without possession To love not just obsession Can do a wide split To cover our futures …