HOLES IN A LANDSCAPE PICTURE

I am two holes

Making up a half

Witless in timing

Close to the shore

Timed by tides

Opened by doors

Close to nothing

Leaving insures

Me of deserting the

Real thing

Called likeness

Of being.

Accused of unwanted

Knowledge of sex

These are the doors

I want opened next.

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