September 17, 2013
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Twenty doors for me to choose;
iridescent reds, diaphanous blues.
I touched the golden knob, it began to turn.
My filmy flesh blackened, burned.
The silver then was surely fair…
Thin skin began to tear.
Bronze then!
Blood again.

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