no doubt or hesitation of sorts.
clear, bright, open.
as if we're meant/supposed to walk through those doors
no handles, no detection signal, no doorknobs
i'd like to make decisions like that
as if my choice was the most natural/most obvious of them all
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i stare at those clean panes
bright and welcoming in the day
transparent and open in the night
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i've been too absorbed in, too obsessed with
the pace, the flow of the crowd
that i've convinced myself ready
and that the faint glimmer off to my left isn't and never will be
an option
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