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Rumbling
low
like
a wave
or
an earthquake
I feel
you
come
into
my mind.
You
enter
like
a red door.
A
long
wisp of smoke.
I let
you
wash
over me
As I try not to
Drown
Or fumble
Or burn.
I want to
knock
On that door.
But
I don’t.
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