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Some live somewhere
Somewhere is their place
I live here
Here is my place
I know it because
I am not a stranger
If I were a stranger
Nothing would say to me
And everything here
In my place does say to me
Hello here and Good Morning
And it is good, morning is.
Good Morning the sun greets me
The minute my body
Opens its windows to see
The sky red as an apple
Over the rooftops and
The sun gobbles up the darkness
The flake of a moon
Clinging to its red sleeve.
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