37 Days Until HomeA Poem by WritersBlock21
It's a place to rest your bones.
A sanctuary for memories, Made and making. I've found it again. In the people I call friends, In the man I surprisingly love. I can see a future here. Families laughing, Kids running around at Christmas time. It's just an empty white room right now, But soon it will be Home.
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Added on June 2, 2015 Last Updated on June 2, 2015 Author
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