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Touch The door
Where ever the shadows
crossing the floor
crushed into dust
to touch the door
in twilight's soliloquy
of dreamers paradise
my small wilted flower
vouched by the hours
impowered by chowder
as my love devours
crossing the floor
to touch the door
crossing the floor
crushed into dust
to touch the door
in twilight's soliloquy
of dreamers paradise
my small wilted flower
vouched by the hours
impowered by chowder
as my love devours
crossing the floor
to touch the door
Published 18th Aug 2022
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