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Outside, the wood stacks harboured nails

From the old house

Standing proud.

Inside, the metal survived the fires of necessity

But not my white ire of domesticity.


I banished the nails from my house renewed.

Now I am standing proud

Starting the new year whole

Without breaking my flesh

Or burning my soul!


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