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In Rented Homes

You take off your clothes
In rented homes
Hang them on the rusty metal hanger 
Put on the worn out leather slippers
Pause and then
The wait of the wooden chair is filled
You close your eyes and open
You don’t know in which house you have sat
And Written a poem of the wear and tear imposed on objects.

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