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Great doors swing
Suddenly open
Like half-remembered lives
Hinge-hung and heavy
Weighted with expectation
And disappointment
Now thrown into the light
Now plunged beneath the darkness
Which spreads like a nightmare curse
A promise now fulfilled
And as the throng hold back
Uncertain in their grief
And clinging like low-tide starfish
To the fleeting life they feel
By right is theirs
Their eulogies a mask
For all their pockets hold
As if their hands could grab
A lifeline to the gods
Before the door once more will swing
Its rusted cry to settle
Upon a heart they wish is not
Their own
And as black melts
To soft and silent grey
The memories will fade
Upon the dawn of day

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