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i dream about the day

when you come to me

and whisper

' i'm home '

and tell me

' i've missed you '

tell me that you've missed

everything

right from our

meaningless conversations

to our huge fights.

i await the day

you come back and tell me

that you should never have left

the day i hope for

the day you say

that maybe

just maybe

you've always loved me.

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