the different doors


The different doors

Go and open the teal door,
maybe there are diamonds glimmering,
on the ceiling fan.

Through the mahogany door,
I found my dark wood
growing in the walls trying to grab you.

Through the pineapple door,
butterscotch biscuits burned in the oven
and gold daffodil moving in the distance.

Through the frost door
Ice scales hang of the ceiling
and snow falling down.

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