walking slow i think this life has real qualities
they extend past my doubts
the world has real penalties
they extend beyond my sleep
with a heavy face and low drooping hands
i have wrongly turned onto a one way street
i feel like i can not turn back
is there an exit
i can see
just sirens and dark rainy clouds
like i am out of state
in a state
lost again but moving
strangely in some direction
v.
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