One Single Impression: Curtains

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Curtains, doing;
doing what curtains do

Rustling gently by the oscillating fan

on a bright warm and sultry day,

the curtains were sheer.  They and

their soft little buttons with sealed lips

were to see things and hear the

thoughts, sweaty secrets which their

maker meant for them to keep.  

All goings on within stayed private,

yet the world outside was opened

to those playing within.  That

worked fine in the day. But when

came the dark, it was keep the

lights off.  Otherwise the sheers

showed things privy on the inside

to those on the out. The little buttons

smiled, their lips were tightly shut.

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