Unacquainted Voices
Knock at my door
Cluttered outside,
seeking refuge indoor
I stay frozen
behind that door
amidst a cacophony
of voices.
Yet one honeyed voice
mutters a thing
that sounds familiar,
Do I thus open the door?
Knock at my door
Cluttered outside,
seeking refuge indoor
I stay frozen
behind that door
amidst a cacophony
of voices.
Yet one honeyed voice
mutters a thing
that sounds familiar,
Do I thus open the door?
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