Sometimes I think of my mind
As a studio apartment
In an old house or tall building
In the middle of nowhere
Which turns out to be very
Accommodating very peaceful
Until the relatives arrive
The other parts of me some
Who love me some who think
I am a joke but I just
Turn the music up
Until all of us are dancing
And the neighbors even louder
Are pounding on the walls
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