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The Door
There is a door at the end of the tunnel
The door appears to be closed
The closer I get the smaller the door is
I start to run to stop the door from shrinking
But the space between seems to extend
The space becomes a giant void that none can cross
The need to cross the void increases
As the door shrinks I get even further
There is a knock on the door
The void quickly closes
When I arrive at the door it easily opens
I close my eyes and open them again
The door is gone
Yet another oppurtunity has been lost
For the door is shut and has disappeared
An Original Work By Christel Lee Egan
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