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 the room by Rg Gregory 
						you know how it is with the roomthe door is frequently locked
 
 as i pass a white sigh
 is pushed out from under
 as i bend to retrieve it
 the wood quivers with a woman's breath
 there is a ruffle of crying
 
 through the keyhole i am able
 to glimpse a red dress
 clawing fingers
 then an eye seems to be clambering
 towards me over the hard lock
 
 all the time someone is calling my name
 
 sometimes the door is open
 i have been inside
 
 there are chairs a table
 curtains where you'd expect them to be
 the sun on a ladder outside
 shining the windows
 
 there is nothing to hide
 signs of living but no one is there
 just an ordinary room
 
 i prefer it i think
 with the door closed
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