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Caroline Crew

Wait, has this door been open while the seasons paraded over the trees out there?
Did you not think to close it for some privacy?

When we began I saw the door and elected myself gatekeeper, in a campaign
That lasted through several months of fireworks.

How did it fade? I should have varnished it. Kept its intent shimmering.
Instead, we have several walls that make a room

And all of these women that somehow came crowding in
With no abandon but the words they adorn

Over the weak furniture. Please, decorate only my body, my sentences
Never asked for this.

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