no. (roses_rejoice) wrote,

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In which I slam the Door on your fingers and am Not at all sorry

oh by the way i like Some pouetry
but rarely find anything to relate to in it (except sometimes when it's neb's)
but this one kinda hit me

This door you might not open, and you did;
So enter now, and see for what slight thing
You are betrayed....Here is no treasure hid,
No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring
The sought-for Truth, no heads of women slain
For greed like yours, no writhings of distress;
But only what you see....Look yet again:
An empty room, cobwebbed and comfortless.
Yet this alone out of my life I kept
Unto myself, lest any know me quite;
And you did so profane me when you crept
Unto the threshold of this room tonight
That I must never more behold your face.
This now is yours. I seek another place.

yeah man! now, everybuddy have a real good weekend drinking and posting about it forty-leven times!
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