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It

Half-eight
And a little bit open
I wasn't too sure
Which way to go
Expectedly
I took the back door
Walked right through it
No cuts, no bleeds, just through
The air seemed to invite me
I was happy for the pull
Walked right through, into it
Felt it & it felt me
Probably, I'm unsure
I felt something, at least
And it, hopefully felt me
Written by Spanker
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