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"No Open Door Policy"

I should be the one

That opens that front door

Smile on my face

Sun hitting my brown skin.

This should be my hand

Turning the metal key on the heavy door

My other hand

free of any belongings.

It should be my feet

Hitting the dusted pollen on

wooden stairs

walking my journey. I should be the one-me

That opens that door systematically

as the non-reluctant lover

To not look back

As I leave.



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