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Walking Home

Walking Home

I say I’m tired

It’s so cold out there.

But you lift me up.

You warm my bones.

You tell me I don’t have to

Do this on my own.

You say you’re spent,

It’s so cold out there.

So I hold you close.

I warm your bones.

You know you don’t have to

Feel alone.

Some say this is life

It gets cold out there.

But when you hold my hand

the cold leaves my bones

Knowing we are here

to walk the other home.

J. Thoresen

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