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Aug 2020
Rip the white off these walls-
And let me see what lives behind it.

These white walls stare
As I, their specimen
Strive and struggle
To remain alive
Within this sterile container.

From wall to wall
I travel each day
Searching for a hole,
Or a crack to escape.

I exhaust, rest and repeat
For what may be
Eternity.

Weary, one morning
I lift my meager fist
To that cool, flat surface
Ready to tear it down.

Only to understand
In that courageous moment
That there is a door nearby.
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More Love
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