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The door
I require your attention my locks need graphite and a new key too.
My hinges scream in pain for just a little drip of oil
Swinging from the frame to be closed waiting in vain
After all I am the door kept open on your past don't you remember?
Why do you always slam me shut with force?
helmut s. 97/98 ...click below to go
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