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Sep 2
Who resides in the large stately homes?
Are they average, are they beautiful?
Are they kind or are they cruel?
Are they both perhaps?
Does it matter?
Who calls the stately homes their own?
Have they longed for it all their lives?
Did they grow up on the outskirts of society,
always wanting for more?
Do they wake up each day and thank God?
What keeps them up when night comes to call?
What haunts them at three
when demons prey on their slumber?
Who is the stranger inside?
When I ride past the beautiful homes on my bike I often ponder who the stranger is inside, what are they like, how is their life? The grass is always greener I suppose.
Tymeri Hinkley
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