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Apr 2023
Egg shells as sharp as the edge of your tongue
And I tip toe
As to not make a sound on your deep pile carpet
Childhood really wasn’t much different
At least I know how to behave
and grateful
At least this isn’t a place I call home
It’s always nice to come home
Rai
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Rai  54/F
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