Blue doors reveries

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Blue doors reveries, timeless but passed.
That blue door to him, such as he closed.
He took his frozen mind and with his hurt
burning feelings he welded a key. Chilled,
he took it and with no word he locked her
out of his heart and life and left her at an
unexplained field of thistles. And yes, it is
he who has the key! That is how it is.

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