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1 Through the door to caress the face 2 Through one's mind and the falling grace 3 One ponders what must be the ebbing tide 4 Of what man has brought topside 5 The soil within the mind will sprout at times 6 The fruit may become sour like bitter wines 7 Wicked things come hither soon 8 A twisted menagerie of horror beneath the moon 9 Though if one closes their eyes 10 Concentrating upon the darkest skies 11 The same face may be seen 12 Although, it is covered in a sanguine sheen 13 Now tired lids flicker apart 14 A neoteric life beats within a fragile heart 15 Those hidden lies snuggled within 16 The walls of such a novel mind