Knock knock,
The door to your mind,
I don't have the key for the lock,
But I'll knock until I go blind.
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Flying Whales
PoetryTwenty six letters repeated again and again to create a change in one's self. Poetry at its finest. Highest in poetry: #63 8/7/17
Door
Knock knock,
The door to your mind,
I don't have the key for the lock,
But I'll knock until I go blind.
