Upon the Window Seal
Upon the window seal is where the flowers do not grow,
Yet it is where all life flourishes.
Upon the Window Seal is not where I want to go,
Yet it is where my body nourishes.
Upon the window seal is where a story must lie,
Yet it is not where you would want it to be.
Upon the window seal is now where I reside,
For when I sit upn the window seal, that is all I need.
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