Bewitching blue ochre doors,
beg to be spoken to,
alluring wooden doors,
laugh and gleam in the sunlight,
echoes of log past laughter held within,
reverberating with cherished childhood memories,
and bickering slammings,
rattling with the want to share its once glorious past,
thirsting for a knock,
adorned by some unfaithful scum.
Dazzling golden locks.
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