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Jan 13
Where do you go?
You just died
I could see it
Like a thousand times

One step ahead
Fond of planning
Like the sharpest knife
Always stabbing

Bury your secrets
Under the birdbath
In your backyard
Through the red path

And I won't look for signs
My eyes wide shut
Still find yourself
Among prison walls
Written by
DoloresDarlene  20/F/The Waiting Place
(20/F/The Waiting Place)   
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