Throught the open window
my hope sails
on the
wind
To the cross road
of life
and
death
Down the hallway
to the stairwell
of the
beyond
To the looking glass
to see
only
myself.
The waters
of deep
sympothy
surrond me.
Only to
die
in the
end...
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