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Dec 2012
I open doors.

Hunting for the perfect house.

I dislike their colored walls.

Rooms too big, too crowded, too glum
the feeling is wrong;

undone.

mistake.

I close doors.

Looking for perfection.

I like plain walls I can paint.

Too much? Too little?

I am counting days

walking from the street to street

finding my way.
Written by
Meenakshi Iyer  India
(India)   
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