Places. by Carolina

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Jan 2020

Places.

I touched the wood of the door,
slipped my fingertips through it.
It opened without being knocked,
I doubted, I looked, I'm in.

Written by

Carolina 25/F/Argentina

(25/F/Argentina)

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