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Mar 2014
the doors to your heart* are
embellished with needles and spears;
the doors I try to open, but
only end up with suffering and tears.

the doors are thick & heavy,
frosted from the ice cold that lies within;
the doors that cannot be pulled,
because to you, my love is a deadly sin.
Martin Illy
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Martin Illy  singapore
(singapore)   
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