He sent a text: How’s home?
blind
It all felt like the gloam
blind
She said: It’s going good.
blind
A girl, misunderstood
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No matter where you roam
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The heart contains the home
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Her home was not a place
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The heart’s a sacred space
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He could not seem to see
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By fear, he was not free
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He lost what he had sought
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Their love, he soon forgot
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If he had seen the proof
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From self-effacing truth
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He’d face all that he knows
blind
From that, he would transpose
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Her home was part of him
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He fought to let that in
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And, in the dark, he’d hide
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So scared to feel alive
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