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December of the year you turned 18
and ventured out on your own
more middle than west than you'd care to be

A different state
with different faces
that'd never remind you of home


Should I tell you what I've thought each day for the last two years?
That it'd be a privilege to wake up every morning
and tell you how lucky we are.

Would it carry weight, more than the air wasted?
Would it feel right? Could you let go?
Could you learn to call this 'Home"?

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