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That is just a door into the past, don't
pay it any mind.
Once you open it a crack you'll want
to fling it on its hings.
What about all those movies, time
machines, desires springing from
broken hearts and changing minds.
Avenge, cleanse, change.
And, like old sci-fi classics, when
you return and shut the door,
the mouse in the corner will be
shaped like a chainsaw and it
anxiously awaits its next meal.
You don't know it, but it knows you.
You made it. After all.