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## The door
I mean
I know you're there and I'm here
and I don't even know you anyway
so this probably isn't any kind of love
Proper-ly
but it's the kind of love worth writing about
because it doesn't come with any of those conditions
so it’ll also probably never really begin
because you're me
I know
you're only me
See?
but I'm not allowed to
it might be considered a sin
I ask you
how can any kind of love be bad?
but I also know
I walk past the house that’s not a home as I think
too lost in thought
sometimes you need to stop seeing
I walk so far past the gate
It brings me to a sudden stop
have I been here before?
I squint
without my store bought lenses on
it is her
Perhaps I do have some icons left
after all
I stand there staring for a moment
then I begin to move instinctively again
as my curiosity overcomes
of the possibility of being impolite
it isn't only her
it's her everywhere and all over
I wonder who lives in this house
one day
the door is closed tight
perhaps it's a part-time place I think
unaware I'm lost again
but as I look back
that reveals she is Home
I know she is a woman
But I also know that's what makes her an artist
alone in that house
content
she's left this message on her door
to let people know
they do
she's accepted
I hope they hear her
Frieda must have been some kind of something, huh?
Being so much
I would knock on her door as well
to meet her
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https://3speak.tv/watch?v=nickydee/kihjbawb
## The door
I mean
I know you're there and I'm here
and I don't even know you anyway
so this probably isn't any kind of love
Proper-ly
but it's the kind of love worth writing about
because it doesn't come with any of those conditions
so it’ll also probably never really begin
because you're me
I know
you're only me
See?
but I'm not allowed to
it might be considered a sin
I ask you
how can any kind of love be bad?
but I also know
I walk past the house that’s not a home as I think
too lost in thought
sometimes you need to stop seeing
I walk so far past the gate
It brings me to a sudden stop
have I been here before?
I squint
without my store bought lenses on
it is her
Perhaps I do have some icons left
after all
I stand there staring for a moment
then I begin to move instinctively again
as my curiosity overcomes
of the possibility of being impolite
it isn't only her
it's her everywhere and all over
I wonder who lives in this house
one day
the door is closed tight
perhaps it's a part-time place I think
unaware I'm lost again
but as I look back
that reveals she is Home
I know she is a woman
But I also know that's what makes her an artist
alone in that house
content
she's left this message on her door
to let people know
they do
she's accepted
I hope they hear her
Frieda must have been some kind of something, huh?
Being so much
I would knock on her door as well
to meet her
to Live