The Door That Shape-Shifts

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The revolving door, is like a revolver to the heart;

bullets that sink down deep, like a shark-

lurking above and over, is the door that doth departs-

For a path that leads you, is like a fork-in the-road;

a spaghetti junction, a skull crossed with bones-

It dresses itself into gold, like a bridge;

but then leads you astray, from the love that is to kiss-

a door that leads you forward, forever into the abyss-

Copyrightcopyright July 13, 2014

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