I do not use the word home lightly.
So when I sigh it into the crook of your neck,
Believe that your spine is a timber frame,
Your kiss a welcome mat,
And your enveloping arms my front door
I need you more than I needed a cigarette at 3 am I want you more than I want to be better you are my life, my one and only I love you
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