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KNOCK APRIL 14, 2009 [124] |
there was a deafening silence; the door was being pounded down. someone, something, was trying desperately to get in. to be let inside; to have the doors opened to it. in silence, with the exception of a Poe like haunting of knocking, i waited for the stranger to vacate, but the noise persisted. to it, i opened the doors at last; and love poured in. |
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