Orange
Where I was born was a planet
Round as an orange
As I sit in front of a rectangular window
Staring into the flurry of sunlight
Pouring over white tiles of squares
I hear a cat purring at me
In its gingerbread fur
A yellow circle falls, which is
Round like an orange
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