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A white hall with many bends    
Small, pointless turns  
There is no end    
   
Soft flashing lights    
Blue, red, white blends    
Laughter ahead    
Door sits, open    
   
Us on the couch    
Just arguin    
Talkin mad shit    
Then cacklin    
   
I know this part...    
I turn and run    
To a star sprinkled sky    
Moon siphoning sun    
   
I'm tempted to bravely walk right in    
To the blanket in the grass where we sat bickerin    
But a crystalline calm fell upon our skin    
A silence so heavy it seeped within    
   
You looked to me then  
Asked if I could comprehend  
The poem that you read    
That still carried in the wind  
   
I turn my head    
Remembering the next part...    
Closing the door as I quickly depart    
   
There is no end    
I hear a small moan    
Cover my ears    
At his reciprocate groan    
I know many doors are barred to me    
But curiosity tries to push a peak    
   
No    
Carry on inside of this dream    
Remember...    
These are hidden    
Fobidden memories    
   
Slowly a trail awakens    
Languidly down my spine    
To the spot where my dimples    
Meet up from behind    
   
The energy sits    
Stroking so soft    
Encircles my breast    
Where breath is caught    
   
There are things remembered    
Not contained within doors    
I sing to myself as I try to move forward    
   
His presence is here    
Barely restrained    
I say    
No way could he be where only echos remain    
   
In darkness I wake    
Residual energy    
I stow him away    
Deep in my memory.