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Mar 2020
One escape, one door.
Inside lies a closet.
It is dark, ***** and dank.

Not an exit.
Not a haven.
It is only a breath.

Hide without pain here
Under the concrete jugular
Among the dusty antiques.

No promises of peace
No hope of future
Only a chance at air
Written by
M Grant Teague  35/M
(35/M)   
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   Carlo C Gomez
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