Every turn was one step further into the maze
One step closer to getting lost
One breath further away from you
Sometimes birds sang sweet songs
And the clock struck
Pockets were empty of bread and biscuits
And I couldn't remember any words
Then the curtain fell
Eyelids pinned
Fingertips candle burnt
And all was dark
Someone, maybe you,
was tapping a keyboard
Someone was on the other side.
But I was not
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