Pulling Down The Shade

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Green Door and secrets,

silhouettes on shades,

the myth behind the vixen;

there are figures

in the fog.

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The river obscures

stones, mist is denser

than the horizon,

cloudy thoughts scatter;

momentously vision

is impossible.

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Close the door, let

the secrets live their

lives and die. Hold

on loosely, tightly

hurts and causes

scars.

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allets

03-07-17

910a

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