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The Hermit
This is a place of domicile. For me, it is a place of peace. When I am angry, I stay a while. I come here to unleash. I do not know why. It is my nature. I guess it is just the way I am. Here, I am my own waiter. I come to escape from the sham. I am sorry I cannot invite you in. This is quite a sacred place. I know you'll take things then abandon. Besides, you would disgrace at my face. I know you think that I am a strange man. But really, it is a simple thing. I have no intentions of fighting you. Nor will I ever step into the ring. So please, do not follow me here. I would just like to be alone. This place is no longer domicile. It has become my home. Conceived 1996 Note: Kevin was eleven years old when he wrote this poem.
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