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Poetry 'n Prose

Knock Knock

Let me be a glance from your window

Let me be your point of view

And when you tire of talking

Let me be something to do

Let me be part of your make-up

Ever caressing your skin

Let me be there when you wake up

Open your door, let me in.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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