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Escaping MAG

November 8, 2012
By Anonymous

Our rapid steps,
silent on the stairs.
If we get caught now
we'll have to tell them,
all hundreds of them.

But we get off panting
on the fifth floor and
open the heavy door.

Bang!

“Oh no!” one of us says
and we all chorus in
on the nervous hushes.

We move rocks and stones
to keep the door ajar
and finally we're out there
with the whole world under us
and the whole sky above us.

We shed off out sweatshirts
and let the cold February night
bite at our bare skin
analyzing our calm surroundings.

Before we crash on the ground
covered by our sweatshirts
we talked for what seemed like hours.

Sharing secrets.
Sharing laughs.
Sharing tears.

And some of our phones ring,
beckoning us to leave

And then the last of us stays
Sharing the deepest secrets
Sharing the warmest laughs
Sharing the harshest tears.



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