Curiosity.

He turned his eyes towards the entrance and beheld a strange and dreadful apparition,

clothed in lace and satin.

on a carpet bought from Afghanistan ,

weary threads melded together by weary hands of women,

sat this visitant.

cherry lips held a smile distant from itself,

too real and knowing.

Fear turned to curiosity.

he ever so subtly,

asked why it was here.

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