"(another poem from the heart Kem Lowery ) "I Wait at the Door"
Dear heart, you have avoided me lately and I feel weakness of strength. My beloved the key that you hold can open a door that has been closed for far too long, the cob webs and dust has given way to the darkness and the light of day evades, hiding the warmth that once filled this room of emptiness. An empty place awaits the one with the key. Oh, key holder, whoever you maybe come now and open the door so that warmth may come and darkness can disappear. I wait at the door!!!!!!!"
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