You Can Not See
Behind closed doors,
within haunting walls.
Bewildered cries.
Disturbing calls.
Nosey neighbour,
reports of the scene;
anxiously waiting
to hear, "Not as it seems..."
No Florence Nightingale,
this Lady of the lamp;
inviting in strangers, -
house a massage parlour - vamped.
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