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Wandering down a twisted maze, I can't find the doorknob, The ten watt bulbs are flickering I do not know which wall is which. I sting, I itch. I am burning, its stifling, I'm dying in this maze.
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Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 7:55 AM UTC
Twisted Mazes ****
Wandering down a twisted maze, I can't find the doorknob, The ten watt bulbs are flickering I do not know which wall is which. I sting, I itch. I am burning, its stifling, I'm dying in this maze.
loren-mercier
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Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 7:55 AM UTC
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