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The Halls

The halls

Full of life

Full of frenzy

Lonely bodies shuffle books and paper

While hiding among the crowds of foes

 

I hide myself

From bodies called "friends"

As I hold books I so fearfully dread

I wonder "what keeps us all from being dead?"

But all ponder stops in it's shoes

As a door opens

My dear, it's you

 

You stroll on in

You ignore my longing pleas

Just a glance is all I need

No one wonders why all stops

When you make entrance

Into this passage of teens

 

For you, dear, add something more

Than what the halls were before

As you light up the stream

Of hopeless people living in steam

You electrify the world

You calm the sea

Everyone stands still

As you pass through

The halls

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truman-brislin-miller
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Published
Jan 2, 2012
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