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Make haste

I turn off all the lights
with but a vacant stare,
I can't bear the thought of leaving this room
with the dust mounting
on windowsills and the
green wallpaper flaking
by the door.
Paralysis of my mind
is dismounting from the white horse
with his blackened nose
and glint in fearless eyes.
I watch the fox whining by the greener pastures.
Shame I could never escape a wolf until I shot it
with a musket
and ran fast
in the opposite
direction.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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