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Paths of crazy paving

Run through my mind.

Winding down unknown slopes.

Through forests of green.

I hear a sound.


Behind. Beside.

Closing me in.

I run. My feet stationary.

I crawl. My body erect.

I scream. My voice silent.

my hands, an atlas of fear,

Cover my face, my ears.

Still I hear the sounds.

My eyes, lakes of horror,

See no light.

My screams echo in my mind.

My body falls.

Still I stand.

The forests crumble.

Leaving brown barren earth.

My crazy paving is lost.


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