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There is a place,
That’s never as far away as it may seem ;
Hidden, the place lives and breathes
As I slowly sink; I slowly sink.
Existing is not the same as living;
Home is not stagnant.
Not brick. Not mortar.
Rather, what’s beneath skin and bone
And when I don’t feel at home,
I can run;
Finding a place with sun may help me move on,
But when my heart and mind are not aligned
That sun will not seem to shine, and I will
Not be having fun
For home cannot be found
In the physical realm
It is not material.
Home, is ethereal
And we’re never too far;
Never too far.
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Will
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