Some Ways Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Some Ways



Some ways will never leave
For someone put them there
They are old ways archives
Buildings with a spiral stair

Blacker then dreams inside
People are making walls
Where they in their ways hide
When some stranger calls

Nothing can be done then right
Silences are giving terms
Into the lonesome way of night
The status quo of the perms

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