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Doorman


Dear Death,

I never acknowledged,

until my floorboards you tore,

that it is you who appears

at the entrance of doors.

The snairs and nightmares

that we rather not explore,

all brought to light when you

barge through the doors.

Robbing travelers of any

chance to find more,

all lives have ceased since you

Passed through the doors.

But am I justified

in my disdain for your allure?

When it was her who went

and knocked upon yours.

 
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