Taken
Passing through this door to another,Watching my past fade away,
Into a halo of gray.
Looking at the movie,
I never wanted to be,
Only leading me through one more flame.
We watch our innocence go,
Into the finallity of the longstanding.
Taken
Passing through this door to another,If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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