Doors
We encounter many doors in our time
Some doors are brown, and others are white
Doors that keep us apart
Doors that bring us together
Some have crystal clear windows
others have solitary and cruel bars
Doors that are locked
And doors that aren't
Doors for mice,
And doors for men
Doors to break hearts
Doors to mend old wounds
But one thing can be said
about almost every door
They wear down with time
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