In a room red...

July 4, 2008
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In a room red
We each keep our secrets
Some peoples'- it's of ice
Some peoples'- it's sad
Some peoples'- it's beating faster
when a certain name is pronounced
Some peoples'- it's dust
Some peoples'- exists only days
Some people have none at all
(some people would say)

When someone finds a key to your room
you'll never feel alone again
If to someone you open its door
you know that you trust them
What can you hide there?
A memory, a poem
A face well hidden, or very exposed
A love or a hate, a flower with thorns
All you need to do
Just open your door





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