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I was that newly painted bedroom door

Always closed,

But open today,

And you stood there,

Watching the paint dry,

Careful not to touch,

Not to leave a mark 

That would look


But I, the door, felt

Better when touched,

Better when closed

Better when there was

 This safe place

Where I could keep you hidden

Caged and Mine

And I hated how you waited

For that weird timing 

Which was never going to come

And I wanted to strip naked, 

Be free

And just be the old door

Which could let you through

With no fear of getting ruined

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