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doors everywhere
and bring them with me
well deeps and mist throes
portals in pocket deep of day
see through a window was one once
trees of a bole come through
I see you at the keyhole
rudely too, and ready or not
a peek a boo
origin of universe
a walk up walk in through
all ajar for a ghost came in
or Spring’s first blowfly
a wherewaft song
a stair top handle
the dreamt and the dry doors
appearing now and there
as in a catch of light come
knock and you will be
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