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The Door

Severely silent night.
An open door.
To a quiet nocturnal world.
There stands a paralysis of
gaunt empty branches.
Stone chances.
As the haunting
sterile white moon stares.
A door to nowhere.
Everywhere.
Somewhere.
A chilling choice.
Void of voice.
Step through the door.
Breech the membrane
of life's mysterious worlds.
Written by deliabear (Debbie)
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