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Behind Closed Doors
Heart of Gold,
calming tides
holding on, hands intertwined.
The ironman
so bold, so brave.
An injured deer
step forth to save.
No echoing groans.
No sorrowing pleas.
Hard to see what lies beneath.
There are storms and guilt, rejection, betrayal
gnawing and snapping at his core.
But doesn't let a single salty drip ever hit the floor.
This is where he hides,
Behind Closed Doors.
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