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Jan 2013
Don't look down, your feet know where they are going.
These old worn paths, oh so new. Just because you've never walked them,
at least this time around.
Like too many lights gathered around your eyes.
And you can't ask the sky,

"What color is the floor?"

Because there are too many doors, down too many hallways
and you can only pick one.
Written by
Lyka
396
   Michael Pick
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