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May 25, 2009
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My Home
You are my home.
I am comforted by your presence next to mine,
to feel your fingertips,
cures a hunger I always had to hide.
When I am bad, you are my space in place
my lover, my friend, my love knows no end
to this race.
When we slumber into the silken night,
your very life I take into me,
your love leaves no pain nor
confinement, just a feeling of free
as you are my home,
a place I always wanted to be.
I am comforted by your presence next to mine,
to feel your fingertips,
cures a hunger I always had to hide.
When I am bad, you are my space in place
my lover, my friend, my love knows no end
to this race.
When we slumber into the silken night,
your very life I take into me,
your love leaves no pain nor
confinement, just a feeling of free
as you are my home,
a place I always wanted to be.
— dina grey, May 25, 2009
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Craig Norris
17 years ago
Hey Dina
dina grey
17 years ago
Thanks
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