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The Passage
DC (04-25-81 / tulare california)

The Passage

When I enter the corridor,
the end was dark,
like a dreadful tunnel.
Looking all over to find a switch.
As I touch a undiscover button.
Knothing didn't happen.
My eyes feeling strain.
If I don't used my mind right,
it going all down the drain.
Think, think, think I say!
Touching my invisible pockets
I felt a lump,
it was the object of flames.

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