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In the distance
I hear stained-glass
windows breaking

shards crashing
around me
falling to the ground
gathering dust...

In the distance
a door stands closed
It has never been
opened.

A key lies silently
beside the door
elusive to the touch.

A way must be found
to reach the key
touch it into reality.

(c) copyright heather burns