The Reader
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Clouds forest the vision
On a road, with a hidden gate,
And I notice someone’s entered;
But to come here, seems my fate.
The latch made only by pure mind,
So another has no wait;
It falls off imperceptibly,
If I only concentrate.
Here the world was crafted
As a perfect day's escape-
I slip through it quite easily,
And the outer world abates..
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