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All these yellow blurred lights
faced to the cold and dirty walls...
All together far and nice,
all within her frozen look.

Warm nice breakfast and filthy coffee
came to take her from her woods.
But can there be any excuses
for the behavior of this hurried world?

She's so far from this.
She hears the sound of the broken wook.
She is her own home
left there all alone.

All of her clothes are tied and clean.
She is prepared to face their eyes,
but when all the work is done
she returns home like nothing happened.

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