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Dec 2020
there are eight windows,
there areΒ Β nine doors,
under our skin.
Some see them
Some don't.
But I know you never saw yours-
Otherwise , you would find me in there,
inside of your heart.
Written by
kalo zadukr  USA
(USA)   
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