Company
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Ongoing, First published Mar 19, 2015
Happy in my little home
My company makes me feel like I belong
I wake up to the mumbling in the kitchen
Ruffled sheets 
Salty kisses
I leave for work and stay away and come back late to dirty dishes

Such a messy company I have

Silhouettes as I pass the doorway
Shower time I'm never lonely 

If I leave the house to go out and spend my pay
A gentle touch coaches me to stay
At night I lay dazed in bed 
A warm breath hits my neck
I turn my head to see that they have left

*sigh* 

Conversations directed to me when I'm half asleep
Gentle caresses when I weep
I close my eyes for a moments rest when a voice speaks again softly to me
And I'm silent as I always am. I'd speak back you see

But in my little happy home
It's just me
I live alone
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