A wall transparent, translucent
Easy to walk through if you dare
I don’t I stare at the street
Sunlit, snow covered empty
Put my hands up to the wall Feel cold, cold
cold as hard as my choices Be exposed or cocoon
Hyper-vigilant, yet numb I want to run, don’t know where
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Nowhere to run
A wall
transparent, translucent
Easy to walk through
if you dare
I don’t
I stare at the street
Sunlit, snow covered
empty
Put my hands up to the wall
Feel cold, cold
cold as hard as my choices
Be exposed or cocoon
Hyper-vigilant, yet numb
I want to run, don’t know where
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