In our wings
You have enriched
Plethora of plights
In our homes
You have created
Myths of truth
In our life's
You have propelled
Rooms of our-self
In our faith
you have secluded
Rooms of pep talk
In our eyes
you have visualized
Rooms of deja vu
Starch Stardom
Pressing living
Under shadows
Infectious propaganda
Inferno Madeira
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