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HOME To me my home is a symbol like hope 14 floors in the sky. Keeping me sane as the birds fly by. Warm and cozy the cold might try. As I stay in my place without a sigh. More and more I keep on crying as birds of a feather keep on flying. Though covid is hard to bear being at home lower my scare. Things always change in a wide and varied range. So as I am able to breathe without a mask, I do my homework and stay on task. Home is my safe place where I think and create. Keeping the darkness at the front gate.