A place, at first,
But later we come to know that its people
That make us feel at home.
Familiar in the best way possible,
Close, but not smothering
Someone you have never lived with
Can feel like home
They somehow carry a part of you around
A voice that your heart has grown to love
Conversations that fill the chambers of your mind
Making us who we are.
They may live half way across the world
And who knows, these days, when we shall meet again
And yet its undeniable
They are

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