And you walk alone, and the streets are dark and cold, and you walk fast, passing houses, some have their lights on, in big rooms and bathrooms, the scent of tasty shampoo in the drain you walk pass, and the music in your ears is magical, and your face is cold stiff, you walk, and the sky above, clear stars, clean streets, your house is there too, and you, your hand reaching, and your pocket had your key ready, and the house is warm, and so are you, no longer walking, on the sofa, writing these lines, and she calls your name, asking if it's you, and you feel her hands holding you close, your heart bigger than ever before, and you lean over, silhouette of a smile makes her face a picture of safe haven, raspberry sherbet and cream, and you sleep, and so does she, to wake up together to another day, and she smiles, in the morning light it seems different, and asks if you're comfortable, and you say that you are, because you are, and the simple truth you don't have to lie to her makes you happier, calm, you are here and it's ok, and she wants you to be, and...you
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