Thursday, June 3, 2010

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The door with no handle just standing there still,
Right next to the man who lives with no will,
On the island that goes on never reaching water,
Watched over by the man who was birthed by his daughter,
On the planet that orbits only around it’s own core,
But that was only after something that didn’t happen before,
In a galaxy of nothing no black and no white,
Where only the blind are the ones who have sight,
The light isn’t there but you see it if you don’t try,
And you can’t reach the ground because it’s far too high,
In this place you suffocate if you don’t hold your breath,
And if you stop breathing you’ll never meet death,
In order to get there you must stay away,
And talk to the man who has nothing to say,
He might not give you the key to the lock that’s not there,
Because on the door there’s no handle if you weren’t aware.

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