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Home
By: Samantha

Home for me is buildings that touch the clouds.

Lights that twinkle all day and night.

The peaceful lullaby of cars speeding past my window.

The bustle of people heading here and there.

Tourists smiling as they pose for a picture.

A magic train that can teleport you anywhere.

A text that tells you it's dinner time.

A FaceTime call to bring us closer together.

Closer to my home.

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