there's a part of you
that wants
to look into the window.
to peek
into a door,
listen to a conversation
that isn't yours.
there is a strange desire
to know what's
no business of your own.
to look under a bed,
peer into a closet,
see what's hiding
in an attic, to find
out things you wish later
you didn't know.
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