"Here is where I live
Now, in this in-between time
Surrounded by voices in bedrooms,
donkeys who cry,
children who cry out.
I live here, but it is not mine.
I walk with wide eyes
down narrow ways,
past staring men,
by women in doorways, under veils.
I live jaded here.
I remember home and I cry too."
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