“Home”

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My house is a home

Where windows and drapes 

Dance to the mood of the breeze.

My house is a home

Always loud with conversations and emotions

That no one talks about.

My house is a home

Where thoughts are acknowledged

But only a few believed.

My house is a home

Surrounded with trees 

Like a blanket in a cold breeze

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