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Real
You feel it and know it's there,
The color and the texture like hair.
You say this is my room, this is my home.
You know what it is and you remember,
The color red inside the white tube,
the little burning ember.
Green lays on the ground,
and you say grass.
The falling crunchy objects in
fall and then you remember it all.
You say this is life. This is what is real.
