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Here in my house
I have ripped out the insulation
Kicked out the windows and doors
Pulled off the even numbered clapboards

Daylight streams in
Between the slats
The wind blows through
I sit inside

Cross legged on the floor
Whether the sun heats
Or snow gathers
In the corners

I let it all come in
And let it all go out
All in its own time

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