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Nov 2021
Concrete hallways guide forever,
Doors to doors, empty rooms.
The quiet hum of ventilation,
The silent loss of consciousness.
Fear what’s behind, don’t look!
Forget the breathing, on your back.
That wasn’t a touch, you can’t feel.
Fun!
Richard Graydon
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Richard Graydon
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