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Strange Dream
There is a house
where the windows and doors
don't close properly.
Looking and searching
for ways to keep others out.
Feeling much anxiety,
afraid it's not safe,
afraid of someone, or something
coming in.
Still looking, thinking of
ways to keep others out,
be safe…creative.
Go outside,
look at the windows
from the other side,
a different perspective.
A buzzing sound.
A bumble bee,
flies slowly
away, move
from the bee,
from the windows,
towards the door.
Well look at that,
there is a lock.
Funny, it's on the outside.
Who is that,
on the other side of the door
looking out at me,
from the inside?
Lack of interest in the lock
discovery.
Dark hair,
looks like a friend of mine,
is it?
Who is she?
Why isn't she opening the door?
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