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Tiles on the Floor
Surrounded by
candles and
sober thoughts
Wine seeps to my soul
Envisioning my future
Am I different
or same?
Born to consume
and obey
or to react
and thrive.
Should I follow voices..
Voices constituting my life
abiding to shadows
Do I prosper
or align?
Align in place
As the tiles on
the floor
I stay my place
In cement
and ground
While voices
walk on our
weak surface
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