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Jan 2021
Your house front door closed...
And I realized once again it is winter time...
For when I was inside your house it looked like eternal summer...
For your eyes have the power to warm and light up any room...
All I can recall it is me being outside...
And then me reaching my own house...
So either I have a self driving car...
Or my soul stayed by your front door...
And my body somehow drove my car back here...
A poet in Paradise
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A poet in Paradise
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