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Pushing the door, faces welcome you,

a step or two and the door shuts you in,

glancing from wall to wall, ceiling to floor,

makes a whole nation of peoples.



Upon the walls, souvenirs of every sort drift,

silently, but expressing their views,

heeding wrongs, yet ignoring rights,

many a colors flash, influencing one's mind.



One last glance reveals the catholicism belief,

one dream, the universal dream,

portraying my thought "United we stand" prances about,

Unfortunately, it's all behind the frozen walls.

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In high school we were asked to write a poem about our room. Here was mine.

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