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Home

Home can be found in a reoccurring dream.
Or in the back of your mind at a stoplight.
In the scent of rose soap and pencil boxes.
At those instances we yearn for the life
we tried so hard to disassociate.
At moments like this you must always know:
Home is were you want to be, not where you used to go.

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Picture Credit: http://yamichi.deviantart.com/art/home-86290212

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  • Rheea gold member
    January 7
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    you are sweet and to the point.


  • Manda Kathryn Greeters member
    December 5, 2008

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    Lovely, and so true. When I smell a rose soap I think of home instantly

    This is great, and thought provoking
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    Thank You for Your Entry & Best of Luck
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    ~Manda