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Moving to the East


All that glitters stuck in the surface.

doesnt matter how the house looks

i will always call it my home.

where in my porch i can peacefully read my books

and my walls decorated with chrome.


the neighbors are nice 

they arent as annoying as mice

the ocean breeze is cool

i can feel it all the way from my school.


i grew up in this place

with a smile always on my face.

in this house i shall have my last feast

i will move a little further to the east