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My home is four wheeled and restless
In two strides you walk through the kitchen
And in place of where a living room should be,
Live piles of books and paints in shelves.
In this place there is no space for people,
There is only room enough for me.
Too small, you say, for there is no part for you to claim
That doesn't already bear my name.

Private Property

by AzerSolis

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