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#doorways
this is a depth bomb cutting, a midnight message for me, a Zola accusatory, “You make me think about death and doorways and sleep” no mere paper cut incision, bandaid and triple bacterial, a forehead kiss and an-on-your-way nope serious business *death and doorways and sleep and all that is in between, nightly rehanging the me-moon, on that curved tip the onerous tasks of child raising, you, the perp, the perpetual kid, the holy version victim trinitized too? hanging your self right on that shining orbital, leads to unquestionable answer processions ahead of the unanswerable, they ask, what’s behind the screen door of death and doorways and sleep* life is hard, but without questions, it is unquestionably harder find the doorways. this explains so little and so more much. reminder: make doorways - open them 11:10pm 4-10-19 ~ 10:31am 4-16-19 ~for AH~
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Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 10:45 AM UTC
“You make me think about death and doorways and sleep”
I stepped through the door Knowing you were no more I was no more, I was less No more in this veil of reality Knowing there were thousands more Of different hues, different airs, different seasons This door leads to OZ This door leads to freedom And this little doorway goes all the way home This doorway is occupied A stranger sleeps fitfully ***** hands clutch its vestments This door is open and singing can be heard This door is closed, knock it might open Open Sesame, Open says I Duck through this doorway A wardrobe door, is Narnia waiting? Doors, doors everywhere and not a lock to pick
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Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
Doors and their ways