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Apr 2015
That secular moment
The door held in all the negligible knocks
All the chariot questions
And from the hinges came,
From the elusive, dissimilatory frame,
A shuddered cry, an inhaled yell
As the unanswered door sighed and fell,
The pretending pretense we both adored
Stiff and still it lay, a peregrine ward
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