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Feb 2012
I’m standing outside
     your door
I don’t hear your usual breathing because now
     a door separates us
My normal night I would apologize except
     that **** door is in the way
A simple piece of wood is the reason why,
     a door, for lack of better words
My heart can’t really take much more and neither
     can this **** door
Shane Carmichael
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