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trembling i am looking at the blueprint of my home

it is unfolding around me like a lotus opening up and i am butterfly in it

my home is my dream come true

my home is unique and made for me

my home is new real and now with palanquin of past and ceiling of future

my home have no door no windows no wall no escape

my home has every thing i can imagine  and i have no need for imagination

my home has love unlimited

my home has no flies no mosquitoes no worry

my home has all my people as they wish to be and all my places

i am home always and i cannot leave

i have no need no numbers no language

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