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Feb 2020
Opening the door,
Even just once,
Unlocks the possibility
Of a second occurrence.
Some doors are better
Left to be unleft ajar.
Heed my call once again, poetic license! I declare unleft a word. I cry once and now I am crying again. What a ******’ wimp I am.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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