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The present

There is a duality to this place
Those who walk through
Freely open doors
Expecting to be given
What was promised
Never leave
Spending eternity
They haunt and become haunted
The Gates are always open
But they aren’t capable
Of leaving
The hell they created for themselves

By Lutfi Mahfouz

In my spare time, I am a writer, although I seldom write. Lutfi Mahfouz is my pen name. @LutfiMahfouz on Twitter and Tumblr

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