Just sharing some poetry...tell me what you think!

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Underneath illusional layering doors because walls cannot open,

I wait, I do, I say I am, that really I am, there.

That truly!

Without worry or spite I'll be there, and Nobody, not even I knew sometimes, just where there was and thus I asked Who.

 

I sought and I found.

 

 

"Tis really you huh,it is you, ya know."

Who knew.

Who knew who I am.

 

 we're all whos and all yous, even Our friends were once whos;

 we're all eyes with grim lights above beautiful-stinking everything.

 

 

Approaching the steps to the door of steps,

 "there is something about Love."

We said and hastily we approached.

 

 The door approaching with every step, it is a moment of blindness there. Where!?

suddenly I am there and you, you are gone.

 

so I look to the door and I knock.

 

 "Who is it?"

you say,

And you knocked again I did,

"It is me!"

"Who."

"Me!"

Again and again,

 "Its me."

And eventually again you saw Who.

 

You're Who,         

      thats who. 

And the door vanished,

And there stood everything stinking beautiful.


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