Tuesday, 19 May 2015

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Poem

Exit through the door. Follow a shaky shadow.
Only a movement. Fading lines.
Moving through a decayed smelling place, where all the doors are open.
But you just closed the one you came from.
Still, there is light ahead. Maybe a door as well. But is it closed already?

Exit through the door.

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