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Ador'n the Wall with the tips of my toes pressed to the molding and my forehead and nose scrunched to the paneling, my eyes scan grainy wood and, cross eyed, I only see a blurry nose. who knows what has placed me vertically prone against this wall? not the events in time, but my human reaction to them. it has thrust me into this horror position where I can no longer view the whole scene. I've seen the entire room before, from every angle postured and no self inflicted, painful sorrow will keep me here for long, since life's too short and I shall not spend it flat against this sanded board. so bored, I can't even take a step backward, achieving perspective, no clear vision, forward now as this room of doom cannot show me the way: no glass, but a window pane. my pain at last can fade away beyond the imagined view of bright horizons. blearly I belong outside, God, I hope this wall has a door! |
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