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To see you again

is so familiar

like unlocking the door to my favorite room in the house 

The tone of your voice floods me with nostalgia and 

the smell of your skin fills my mind with ensuing daydreams

of swaying to-and-fro during our first embrace

and dropping bags when our lips meet

The realization that I have unlocked the door to my favorite room and


that I am home in you 

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