This heart is not a room for rent
that you may leave from as in you went,
at the hour of your liking, late in the eve
there are no doors carved inside my rib.
Thus I cannot simply, casually let you go
as though business has been transacted so.
There will be no doorman at the ring of a bell
and I will not usher you out with a farewell.
Croissy September 2014
Atelier Anselm Kiefer
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