Finding the ways
through the hot, damp tunnel
it continues to break
find the way
broken wine glasses
vases at the wall aiming
blaming only one for
the flying obstacles
like one was not enough
to know that one way
or another, one should not
be the constant blame
trying to live
under the short lamp
the need for light
trying not to fall
into the demons hands
fearing shades
under that moon light
waiting to find
what one is running from
but there isn't never
anything there
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