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Mar 2019
We soft fingers
linger
on the locked
door
laid before
the world
we abhor,

wooden rot
ready to be open
so, we can explore
the radiant wonders
that lay
in the day
on the other side
of this dark night
life.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  39/M/Litchfield Illinois
(39/M/Litchfield Illinois)   
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