closed doors
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I used to break door handles,
A habit my parents never cherished.
Someone would hide behind the door,
And I'd come chasing after them.
The slam of the door
The click of the lock,
"These strings are heavy
These strings are poor
It's me they steady
As they close the door
I hate these strings
I hurt, it stings
To desert my meaning."
