Space
Overcrowding is like a box with too many other boxes inside it
People These
Are people
Everywhere- are
In your
The kin:
Hallway Who
And is
Around going
The rooms... to
Even tell
Behind Great-aunt
The to
doors move
WHERE?
Three’s never a crowd in the third world
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