Home
A Home, Nothing more or less, where worries at least. Windows or not, a home follows you like the windblows. Depression is a grave, and my Home is where the brave rise. In a home, time does not matter, as anger spatters. A home can be as welcoming as a Combe. My home is the loving part of me, as it shows how tears become debris.
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