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Jan 2015
Walk good sir,
you are being followed,
down the dark alley,
and into a  corner
yet there is nothing there,
all men shall find this sorrow,
when the walls close in,
and the way out is shut,
there is only one option,
to jump,
clamber up the walls,
and let your fingers bleed as your climb to the top,
hurry time is short,
do not stop,
the walls close in,
become slippery under ****** fingers,
a pool of regret at the bottom,
a light at the end.
yet this tunnel is infinite,
until one day,
someone from somewhere,
breaks the walls away,
and shows us who we are,
in the light of mankind's dismay...
Written by
Ivana Sanchez  Narnia
(Narnia)   
375
   torrey
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