I was born in a home wrapped in flesh and blood nutrients oozing through its walls beating with the rhythm of my own heart I was brought up in a home with a hundred helping hands carrying me around in circles hugging and holding my tender body I lived in a home of dust and smoke soot layered in the walls and floor washed with water, oil and soap I left a home sunlight filtering through the ceiling creepers crawling across its walls with smells of wood and metal Homes grew aro

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