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Late night (Free verse) by blindwriter
The door is that way
And it opens both ways
I know it's kind of musty in here
But I'm holding the door open for you...
So if you stand there you'll get must
Even if you don't come in.
Get in or beat it.
Congratulations on your find
I know it isn't all it's made out to be
And I don't blame you for wondering
If it was all worth it, or not
But here it is...no point in lying about it.
I wish you had been able to tell from the beginning
That I was making it all up...just so you would look.
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