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Sometimes at school, I come and hide in the pleasant warmth,
the inner garden. I have to get away from the noise, the endless chatter
of meaningless nuisance.
The tropicals; sensual energy of a place many will never see.
But here, at school, away from whispers, cell phones,
I can hear the breath of ferns, lilies, jade.

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