Such is the magic of the weakest,
Strangest, strongest form of energy
That a door on a slant to the surface
Of the earth can't stay ajar
For any plea of me but swings
Open to bang against the hard thing
That prevents further falling.
How many days forever days?
Just one! And never again!
Oh, I'm so tired of each this.
Can anyone claim "oh! I'm
So tired!" who isn't one? What
Set of journalists' questions
Comprises answers tonight?
The sun who drags doors open
In my eyes shines cruel and bright.
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