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some doors close

and those are ones I know

By Jeffrey SparksPublished about a year ago Updated about a year ago 1 min read
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There’s a reality most don’t see

Others find reasons to believe in change

I never wanted to feel this way

letting moments come while still on the run

I don’t deserve to look for hearts worth saving

I keep finding only empty rooms

and linger on furniture longer than I should

But I knew once the door closed behind me, she’d never find me again

So, I found the highest mountain

I went as high as base camp

We met there and shared a sleeping bag

And that night you told me you couldn’t swim

Later when the door closed behind me, I knew you’d never find me again

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Jeffrey Sparks

Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.

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