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Knock Knock..

Who'll know where the doors are? Would you guide me till the end? Would you lead me to a dead end? cos I thought I saw what was a mirage was nothing but an ugly entourage where hawks and vultures scavenged the dead; to witness; burial at the sea to witness; ashes in the snow…. Will my music break the doors? Will the lizard ever smile? or will it burn away juvenile? for I feel like the analogue guy One hour behind the clock's alibi Some sang love's the way to roll so I loved; but lost all control seemed like an addictive lust like I choked within animated dust…. The doors!! could you walk your way to me? think I'm on the other side for the enchanted key; for the bride I've painted static words in exchange... else I'll lay in gloom beside the Stonehenge I'll lend you my baby so you'll mourn when she's dead and one day I'll see the sun shine yellow and red and one day I'll unlock the doors… the doors of perception!!
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vivek-bhargav
Indian
Published
Apr 25, 2012
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