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I dare to walk the corridor.
It’s mirrored walls reflect
The many lives I lived before.

So slowly, now, I walk alone
Through doors by which I can detect
The stifling air of the Unknown.

And as I walk, in fright, I find
The darkness reigns as past light dies.
The mirrors now are shattered, blind.

Oh, softly treat this silent path
The beckons, yet denies
All, but agony and wrath.

Omnivorous lover of life with interests from poetry/literature and science to geopolitics, health and art. IFB. alecramzurc312@gmail.com

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