Matter hast bored an oath through the vitrage of a door
Through faults of entry, preying for manner to espy
At the outer
A particle suffered with message
Sorrowing at leavings of splinter
Beseeched, knocking the door
Wood warping cacophony stabbing the lock
Key writhing under lower convention
On a ring of many keys
Black stares through the peephole
Bother their meeting
Give under question
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