That Door
The days when I stop desiring silver and handles
The days when walls come down
The days of speaking without a voice
Are the days that door will be open, once again
The days when no more rivers flow
The days when shredding does not occur
The days when crying ceases
Are the days that door will be open, once again
The days when fires are put out
The days when desire happens once again
The days when mirrors aren't paintings of hate
That's when that door will be open, once again
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