Blank walls

September 7, 2012
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Four blank walls,
pitch black halls,
twenty empty stares,
living their nightmares.

I can hear you breath,
this pressure I can't relieve,
inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale,
quiet enough to hear a dropped nail.

Three hours gone,
where did life go wrong?

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