it went many years
but at last came a knock
and i tohught of the door with no lock to
lock
my eyes focused on a thin trail of light, from
under the door
spidery fain beams crawled across the dusty
wood floor
A handle of brass, a sandle wood face
indented with riddles of an ancient racei cba writing more of this lovely poem my boyfriend wrote b/c
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