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Nov 2023
The first few times we knew,
Honestly
There wouldn't be an exit.

At least, I knew.
There is a somber acceptance that comes with experience

I am already trapped,
Now the panic sets in as something illuminates in the distance;
The one thing we knew would be waiting
Smiling sympathetically.
I know I'll need it.

And now that I can see it,
I think I want it.
River Raras
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River Raras
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