The Door Yet again the door has closed. Never to be opened again. I wait but no one returns. The door remains closed. I shut the door, It was self inflicted. The mellifluous voice still echoes in my mind. I see someone at the door, I run toward, but it slams shut once more. No more shall I wait, I go to the next and the next in an exponential loop.
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