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The magic of a single word

Home

Warmth in the coldest of days,

A light in the dark

And darkness when the world is too bright it hurts your eyes

Home

My personal space:

A reading corner,

A cup of hot chocolate or mocha

Home

Where no prying eyes seek you out of the crowd,

Where you can shut the door and let silence reign

Here I stand,

A lone soul in a vast expanse with no colour,

A destiny that seems to have left me,

Looking right and left

My eyes see nothing.

I stand here,

A person with the no name and soon to be eternally forgotten,

A person longing for home.

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