My house in a slum is a hut.
To it I return every night.
In it lives as grown stale my
mate.
My hut and my mate are a safe
bet
To me who am shut to other
huts.
To sleep in I return to my
hut.
To sleep with, I return to my
mate.
I am used to it, though a
hut.
19.03.2007.
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