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Something had changed. I was no longer where I had been before. Where had I been? I figured that I hadn’t really needed to be there anyway. I felt a humming under my feet, and soon the darkness cleared my vision. I wasn’t in darkness anymore. And, for some reason unknown to me, I was afraid. I was afraid of the man whose footsteps I heard coming down the hall toward me. Yes, it was a man. I could tell. I knew who he was—I know I did—yet, I didn’t. My real self didn’t know why I was feeling these things or why I was s


DollSuspended in what seems likeDoll
Midair you’d swear I’m just
As pale as a doll sitting On the corner of your topmost Shelf as you stare awkwardly into the Mirror on the back of your broken Door and squint and judge and
Adjust the wrinkles on your
Jeans with no style and no Purpose to the whole of your
Outlook on a poor life and love and
When you can’t figure out the
Truth you look up to the cracked and Peeling ceiling paint on Which you have written all of the
Times you’ve thought about what we Never did and could have been behind The sin
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