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Feb 2021
I walk thru
these empty hallways,
Looking for an exit
Or a doorway
to me,
Either will do.

But instead I find
Endless corridors
I wander thru perpetually blind,
No matter how
clearly I see.

Lost in a paper bag
open at both ends
I can't seem to find
My own way home.

Written 10/2020
SpiritHeart67
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SpiritHeart67  Deep Within The Field
(Deep Within The Field)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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