And when I write,
What I’m really doing is walking through doors,
And when I read,
I’m opening new doors to myself,
And all the languages I don’t understand,
Are doors closed to me,
And believe me when I say,
I am willing to pick locks,
And find keys,
Anything, to gain passage.
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