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Feb 2021
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the warm orange light at the end of a long
narrow hallway beckons me
it's late and dark
with phosphorescent lights guiding the way
as you walk the end stretches backward
the hallway is never ending
i know this.
i don't turn around.
i move forward aimlessly through
the linear labyrinth
phie
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phie
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