The Hallways

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As I walked down the streets today,
I saw the same things,
In different ways.
the trees, with their gnarly roots
Seemed to whipser as I walked.
I wonder what they say.
Are they asking a hodgepodge of questions?
I hope they approve of me.
I wonder if they are spreading spicy gossip?
I wonder.
I hope I can smuggle my real slef,
Past their reaching branches.
I long for my tetchiness to harden,
To toughness.
But for now,
I pass the trees,
In slience.





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