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Home Sweet Home

I want To slip into
The depths of your soul �
Quietly stepping through � �
The back door unseen �
Into my comfy chair �
Laying Back, observing, relaxed �
Whispering softly the words �
That calm the demons �
Watching them slither away �
Slowly to their boxes �
Where the bastards belong �
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Reclining farther, looking up �
Observing your beautiful mind �
glowing in the dark �
an old gas lamp �
flickering, showing the way �
Holding monsters at bay �
Keeping a close guard �
on this splendid place �
Ensuring it forever safe �
From the darkest beasts �
scratching at the walls �
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With the demons resting �
All the chaos cleared �
Peace, love, tranquility subsidsiding �
Resting, eyes half open �
Watching for stray burdens �
Trying to escape cages �
Picking at the locks �
That hold them back �
My job now done �
All the messes Cleaned �
I'm content, I'm home �
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