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Wednesday, August 23, 2017

there is no lock or barricade a door remains open darkness contained inside where the light remains unbroken the threshold is not a bridge to push apart sides but a gateway to what always stays and love can never hide the door is always open no bolt or key or lock or chain you come or go unspoken... Sign in to see full entry.

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