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I was here,

my senses flood.

In a sudden stroke.

I understood being here

makes me feel good.

The sun,

also six years old,

a crooked  chair

somersaults in the air

no time,

everything is eternal and mine.

Meat on the barbecue,

heavy,

hunger surpasses me.

I feel good chasing her.

My niece.

She is strange,

but me too.

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