Doors

Time is just an abstract thing

But doors are not

They there to stop you

To control the temperature and life

Limit the limitless

Put a border between them and us

This is the door to hell

And that is not a place that wants you well

So stay out and enjoy before you to become a toy

For someones lust and desire and spend the rest of life to light their fire

Dörren till helvetet

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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Posted in 2017, Ambivalence, Black, Life, Poem, Poems, Poetry

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