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Feb 2018
The mind is a trap house,
With too many rooms,
And infinite closets,
Which hide
The secret skeletons.
Ten thousand white doors,
Which lead only
To darkness,
And so many
Crusted windows
Where shadows
Shine brightly.
Part of my short "feeling"series.
Kris Fireheart
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Kris Fireheart  33/M/Texas
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