Poetry

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she cares in her own way but she doesn't know how to help me.

housework is what you knew
so you took me away from that to live a better life,
away from a struggle 
so I ponder your confusion when I stray away from housework



you were taught to keep your emotions hidden in the tomb,
my emotion overflow my cup.
the only thing we have in common is the wall of Jericho
but who is Joshua so he can dance?

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