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Oct 2020
faulty compass
ceiling stares,
too many stairs.
basin call ,
shower halls.
Eyes wide awake, stumbling trying to find my feet.
concrete composure, brick beckoning.
south is forward north is back, out is now.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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