The Mystery of the Door

Always looking for a door,

The breadcrumbs for a path,

Which might lead to the unknown door,

As I wander aimlessly in dark woods.

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Without a flashlight.

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This unseen door,

Bedevils my thoughts,

As if the door is a destination,

Which it is not.

xx

As I cannot remember any of the doors in my past.

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