| The sign above the door says no solicitors, whereas the vines along the wall
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| scream no visitors at all; |
| family, friend, stranger or otherwise
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| I never came in through the front door anyway though and I’d been here a
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| million times
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| I’d lived a secret, favorite life within this house and I’d done my best to
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| hide it
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| Loved it deeply, called it home but never ever dreamed I’d die inside it
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| I’d come in through the window, pried it open, slipped in gently and drank here,
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| loved here and slept here
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| And when it came time to leave, I thought it best to leave the way I came but
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| the window always stuck in odd ways when I tried to exit through it
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| It asked me questions
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| «If the eyes are the window to the soul, why do you only feel alive when they
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| are closed?»
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| And then something else took hold and the window broke
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| The glass went only inches into my skin but only inches was enough
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| And once the guilt has had its fill, only then will the animals eat me as well |