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Nov 2011
You see I go anywhere
Desperate for an answer yet
If I could stop to stare
Yet I feel it falling this net

To be all that I am and more
But no matter I can’t get
Past this swing hinged door
It locks out every piece and bit

My soul to you and only if
I could ever see me fit
To be only me and not rip
The hinges off this door for me
Where I stand and grace your hips

Against mine they fall to be
A clear, conscious part of me
Shane Carmichael
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