#2

A closed door I need to get in
Hammering the timber knuckles bleed
What lies beyond the door a sin
Beauty, truth and desperate need
I rest my head against the wood
A gentle heartbeat I hear beyond
The door protects me from the flood
Protects me from a ceaseless bond

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