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Sheltered with only a few windows Those in which are covered with plastic Nothing comes in, nothing goes out Except for those bright rays of sunshine in which you sit to feel warm
It's a struggle My body squirms every time my thumb hits the blue arrow Reveal too much and I become a slave, she's the Jew's Pharoah Conceal too much, she may turn away, This is my conflict, my new peril.
Dear, you( I mean me), Do you know the synonyms for consistency, Do you feel the warmth of tradition or smell home coupled with the thought of peace,
She is happy, she is sad. She is excited, she is afraid. She is confident, she is scared. She is loved, she is alone.