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(STRANDED)

(S)tuck Inside This Room,
Wi(t)h a door, and no door knob, a window with no glass.

Sta(r)ing out the window,
(A )slight breeze coming i(n),
Making my teeth shake.

“CHIRP, CHIRP, CHIRP”
I hear the little bir(d) outside of the window.

Imagine what it would be like,
To (e)xpand your horizons, just like a bird.

Just to have some down time,
To fly away,

Instead of sitting here,
Strande(d).

"This will certify that the above work is completely original."
Dajana Gjoza





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