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May 2020
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Open eyelids, dry and stale
A soul just the same
How many times do I have to
Keep opening and walking through
The same ******* door.
Fuse shut already door,
eyes,
soul.
A friend asked me to write something off the cuff. This came out in under a minute.
JGar
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   Bogdan Dragos
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