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Poetry Drips from My Heels
Vanilla

Poetry drips from my heels

As I walk down the halls

which lead to nauseating

complacency

 

Oil sheen purple and blue

Reflect in stale fluorescent light

To show where I have been

And more importantly...

Where I am going

 

But where I'm going

Is where I've been

And that's OK with me

 

Poetry drips from my heels

As I walk down the halls

Leaving a trail for wanderers

and fools

to follow



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