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The Door That Knocks Me

I feel crawling up my spine. I hear it reminding me my life is not mine. I feel dripping on my head when I am sleeping at night. I hear it racing down my road unreality on to collision coarse to the real. It knows all it has to do is wait, and it willContinue reading “The Door That Knocks Me”

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