Closed doors are downright
Favourite.
Downright subtle
In a dance of madcap silence.
The light of the tunnel,
Speaks volumes.
Yet knows no voices.
Closed doors
Are coming again.
Slam, grand spunk,
Slam.
Wash away the paranoia,
Of a thousand kingdoms.
For the second coming
Just closed
While the latest entrant,
Spoke in tongues.
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