Of Like Mind

I see the yellow house,
red door,
his smile in the window.
We honed on growing old,
and delved in exotic speech.
Only loved ones kept our
stories straight.
You tickled my scars
in urban legends.
It stung.
Brass covered walls,
yet I preferred silver-
linings and top hats.
One day I'd strike gold
minds of a familiar womb
and they'd pretend to understand.

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