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Mar 2017
You open up your doors
she takes a step inside
Shell marvel at the floors
shell ogle at the size
I gave this one a tour ;
more extensive than others
I let her into places
that no one else discovered
I opened up my mind
i let you touch my soul
I craved to breathe your air
you presence made me whole
But now the times have changed

I wouldn't let the masses
inside my gracious home
I see your open house
is quite unlike my own
These floors reserved for you
your palace would await
Until my world collapsed
as earth began to shake

My doors were much to open
i should have kept them closed
Inclined to let you stay
my heart is not my own
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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