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Where I come from
    there is an architecture
    not of buildings
But of the sky.
    The land is my cathedral.
The city is a dog lead
     to my world
Forever reining me in;
     holding me in
     Obeyance.
I need a skinful of
     new air
The sun’s palm warm on my
    back
Air that is home.
 

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