*****
… behind my door?
because in your condition
of self compromise
one look into the eyes
of such, in spite of it all,
love
one understanding smile
a smooth forehead
one mild rueful chuckle
and you will be driven
to drive it away
now instead of later
having taken now everything
everything else
please leave me this peace
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