because their world is sinking
they move out
to save themselves and
finding your world
they knock at your door
politely,
as you open it
they start doing the traders' talk
they want to be your new house cleaners
for the meantime
that they do not have a world of their own
you refuse them
and then you close the door almost
hitting their faces
outside your world
a police officer is studying the pages
of the penal code
wanting to find the provision that
may put them all to jail
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