It’s like a spell
Like some decree
Something worth having
Is rarely found in public spaces
It lurks in shadows
Playing hide and seek
Entering rooms that refuse to open
To visitors
Except stubborn intruders
Who keep knocking
Refusing to back off
Till a locked door’s hinges
Become weak
And fall apart
To the determined
An obstacle is only
something that opens
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