The blinds always closed,
up there, in my mind
Curtains always drawn
You can knock,
You wont get in
You can peer into the window
and only see
Your own reflection.
If you slip in with the wind,
It will be stifling
The heat so heavy
The sound so dense.
Once your in
you become part of it.
The door locks from the outside.
The unknown key, in your pocket.
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