Many a door, many a door
Along the complex’s corridor -
A symbol meant to welcome -
That’s what they’re for.
Rows of doors, floor upon floor -
Sometimes a thief they lure.
Nobody asks how you’ve been -
They just close their door.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
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