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kaplopblog in Recent Poems June 4, 2018June 19, 2018 60 Words

My House

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https://kaplop.blog/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/my-house.wav

changes
today it took on
a room in the back
facing East
the front door went from red
to green then blue
in this house of mine
I still
do not know how many rooms there are
or will be
I find myself
most at home
when I
explore

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