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Orange

Where I was born was a planet

Round as an orange


As I sit in front of a rectangular window

Staring into the flurry of sunlight

Pouring

Over white tiles of squares


I hear a cat purring at me

In its gingerbread fur

A yellow circle falls, which is

Round like an orange

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