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To go through a door - which is all you can do - with thought. And yet - this is how you think you were born - if you are clumsy of thought - only if - you believe your mother a simple door. She is not.
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC
Poetry / Poverty
To go through a door - which is all you can do - with thought. And yet - this is how you think you were born - if you are clumsy of thought - only if - you believe your mother a simple door. She is not.
william-keckler
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC
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