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Oct 2014
When you hand them a key
then send them blindly down a hallway.
They try opening every door
and knock on the ones that won't open.
This is what you were hoping for:
The echoes of their handfalls
resonant off the whitewashed walls
while you dance to the rhythm in a room they'll never notice.
Even without four eyes one could see how Mother ******* Insane it is to be so Odd.
JDK
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JDK  36/M/Japan
(36/M/Japan)   
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