Dwelling Doors

Lovers losing to seasoned lifeless gain

Seeking sorrows, spinning shadows in bane

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In amongst handless cradles

Fixed ferries founding fables

Fasters on sounds of pranging metals

So many satiated sorrowful spring diets

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Pies plenty, left to cold eyes

Windowless withdrawn cries

Like rye ravaged to ricketing rains

Lost, cold, and in pains

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List learners in on tear soaked letters

Hovering halo hampers left to beggars

Silence put to fry

Lies left to dry

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Awashed now but more watchful, weary, and wishful

Heavy eyed and heartful

As promised summers come seeped and sightful

To lovers leaning, dipped and delightful

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