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Behind closed doors
Please,
Take a seat
Sit comfortably,
Pick up a book
Make yourself at home
Can you see me through the telephone wire?
I am waiting for your call
READ
Get lost,
Between the pages
Fall asleep
Dream
Dream about those pages –
I wrote for you
WAKE UP
Leave that seat-
Come into the other room
I am here, waiting.
The curtains are...
Monday 8th August 2016 8:51 pm
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