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There’s a woman in my lounge that I love deeply. In my lounge is a woman of my womb but she makes my world. In my world, there’s a woman that lives and yearns for the rush of fresh crisp air when new people breeze through the door. There’s a woman in my heart who doesn’t share her tears, she hides them from looks, stairs, glares and stares. There’s a woman left behind. by others not of her kind, caring and kindness.