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Aug 2015
he looks at your door
and the direction it faces is only what you're thinking
will he wonder or will he know?
he liked the way it was painted yesterday
but it's not the color that matters so much to you
instead it's the lock and the key that says yes or no
a knock is like buying new shoes
it may make you feel better for a moment
but what difference to you if it is not you who says so?
no matter the reflection on your countenance
the way into your mind is what he must guess
and if he only remembers yesterday then yesterday is where he will go
Mark Lecuona
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