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A Door better left Closed
Once she asked me,
“Why do you care about me?
About the life I lead,
And the girl I am?”
I replied,
“The love I feel is beyond reach,
The world I bought
Is within you and all I care for
Is a part of you.”
She sat and stared deeply at me
(with those shallow brown eyes)
a whore holding the pipe,
a door
that releases life.
A touch of the hands,
The castration of the soul.
The pain of addictions…
That we both hold.
I wish I never found this new friend,
The pain she symbolizes,
Is the pain I am.
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