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AprilDawn Apr 2014
I step into graffiti and strange smells
what if the cable snaps
plunging all my horizons
into instant nothing
I push the button
grumbling
what have I done
to deserve this end
my thoughts wander
as my eyes transfix
on the sudden light
of waiting faces behind opening doors.
Some fatalistic  views and nervous nelly days in my  life .

— The End —