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	Heartbreak Doorway
	I lie there vacantly upon my bed, Eyes still bloodshot, Fogged and bright red. Mahogany frame and curled head board, How can such a place ever have been graced by whom i adored. I descend the stairs, feeling all of the banisters creases, The phone at the bottom, reminds me of the hours we spent talking. Like the ceder tree on the beach outside, my memories are in pieces, That beach that she loved more than me,she was forever walking. I used to wonder if the wood had been brought there, or if it simply washed up on the shore. I ask the same question about ending up with a girl so fair, Just a short time on your beach, wanting so much more. Entering the sitting room, the reapers claws try to pull me to the couch. Im fighting to save my life, but you just see me standing with a slouch. Looking at the T.V controls, none of the buttons have what i want. The empty screen just reflects a broken man, unwashed hair, face so gaunt. I put on my boots and head out the door, the dark clouds gather and the rain begins to pour. The door slams shut, will one ever open again? Maybe heartbreak is the gateway, boys pass through and come out men. The End
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