two doors open for you
at the time when you have no more liking for doors anymore
and then another one opens, and so does another
you have no more feeling for any door
and even if slighted
the doors do not close
they keep on teasing showing half of what is inside the room
but you are no longer interested whatever is inside
and then patiently the doors close
and now they all believe you
that after all, they are not important
and they look at you through their peeping holes
wondering what you shall do next.
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