Can a key be blamed for what’s behind the door?
I shed a tear,
For every moment gone unspoken for.
Just as words cannot define our grasp,
My touch cannot confine this complex happenstance.
Thoughts as patterns,
Kaleidoscope extrapolations,
Trickle and dance,
Allowing even novice notes,
To rapture and entrance.


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