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~You Are the Door

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How deep will he go
inside of his self?
Will he apprehend the poet-

or set him high on the shelf?

When given the chance
he tries and he tries
to release his words
like wild butterflies.

A prisoner in chains,
yet; parchment bound.
He’s a book full of sonnets-

He’s lost and he’s found.

He’s an unwhispered treasure
inside of a book.
He’ll come up to play
if you drop him the hook.

When given the key,
my eyes never show it-

because you are the door,
and I’m just the poet.

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