You come unwanted to my door
and knock, but there is no answer,
Pushing slightly against its end,
your weight pushes it in towards the
inside where private life is stored.
Who welcomed you? There is no mat
to do this bidding, saying things like
"come in, home is where the heart is"
Your heart was not invited here
there's no more blood to listen to
Why, intruder, do you push through
my closed door, and enter my existance?
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