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With his permisson,

She smiles in the street,

But behind closed doors,

Face down,

She is empty.

With his permission,

She reaches up to the sun,

But behind closed doors,

Hands folded,

She is silent.

With his permission,

She laughs at the other children,

But behind closed doors,

She never plays.

She needs permission.

The End

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