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An empty hallway
Filled with ghosts
—Memories of a better day.
Such sorrow might destroy most,
But I know I’ll find a better way.

Fluorescent lights
In rows above
—Terrible radiance without life.
Such strength could destroy a dove,
But I know I’ll find a better bright.

My way is not a hallway,
Nor conformity,
But a path in the bright of day
‘Neath the soft, stern boughs of trees
Where, with the nymphs, I can play.





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