That Door

The days when I stop desiring silver and handles

The days when walls come down

The days of speaking without a voice

Are the days that door will be open, once again

 

The days when no more rivers flow

The days when shredding does not occur

The days when crying ceases

Are the days that door will be open, once again

 

The days when fires are put out

The days when desire happens once again

The days when mirrors aren't paintings of hate

That's when that door will be open, once again

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