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Footsteps

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Putting one foot in front of the other
My footsteps echo in an empty hallway
I walk without purpose
But I’m not alone
A vast blur of sound awaits me
A hundred voices saying nothing at all
Meaningless stares pierce through paper-thin hearts
The fluorescent lights fade the line between what is real
And what is just within these walls
I walk through my own art gallery
It is full of blank canvases
I stare at each in quiet admiration
Color starts to stretch across the frames
But my feet carry me on
Slowly my portraits fade away
Like the echoing footsteps in an empty hallway





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