In my room is a bookshelf
On that bookshelf are books
In those books are pages
Those pages are mad of paper
On that paper is words
In those words are letters
In those letters is ink
Those are all in my house, In my room, On my bookshelf, In my books, On those pages, On that paper, In those words, in those letters, Is ink
Some people think of home as a box to sleep in, I consider it as a retreat, a place i can go to escape the outside world, It is what i call Home
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