Doesn’t know what to say
The homes in her heart aren’t hers to claim
One word isn’t enough
One word shuts her up
Doesn’t know what to say
The homes in her heart aren’t hers to claim
One word isn’t enough
One word shuts her up
Foreigners have to pay more
At the thick metal door.
Inside we see a hippo
I rise and know that something new is here.
It smells of pine laughter and undefined.
Hands pressed to frosty glass outside I peer.
Its purity and peace makes me blind.
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