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by Steven
Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2211077
Feelings of nostalgia and regret, but with hope for the future.

It used to be an address.

It was more than a building however.

It was my sanctuary.

It was where I felt safe and accepted.

Now it is only an idea.

My former home never escapes my dreams.

But thoughts must turn to the future.

With these hands I will build a new home life.

With her I dare to hope again.
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