Lost Soul

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I used to think I was special

and then I realized all beds are symmetrical

and all dreams are fantastical

and everybody is a maze

and no matter how hard I try

I cannot climb into one

place my right hand on the wall

and run I cannot curl 

into the corners but instead am

mocked by plain white wall

that looms like a sky ready to rain.

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