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Thine’s Door

fingers numb
nails bleeding
teeth raw with blood
a fire deep within
seething with hate
brimming with desire
death knocks on thine’s door

Shelia TaylorJanuary 6, 2022My Writing, Poem, Poetry

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"I'm looking for a dare to be great situation." ~Lloyd Dobler, Say Anything

 I respect and acknowledge the Gadigal people of the Eora Nation as the First Peoples and Traditional Custodians of the land where I live. I pay my respect to their Elders, past, present and emerging.
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