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Nothing has been said to me,
No scene in my head had past or come to,
Never have I,
Never will I,
Open till im here,

It’s sometimes hard to get the lock,
And chain together,
Without it slipping cold,
And pulling up my sleeve,
To run cold over my skin and tease,

To much is this and the pulling,
The shaking,
The endless buzzing,
And pushing of buttons,
Back ‘what floor?’
My eyes blankly look at the face,
Shaking, my voice shaking,
I have no where to go,
Make it up quick,
Number 6,

And then stepping out,
Hearing the difference in the surface below my shoes,
My hat over my head,
My hands entwined,
And the face,
Disappearing to never been seen again,
Behind the sliding metal doors,

There’s so much you see,
And never see,
Or never see again,
All I want to do it go home,
And get the weight out of my head,
That forces me expression downwards,
Yet easily puts fakeness on my face,
I want to go home,
And stop feeling tension in all my waking steps,
I wish I had that home with a home within it,
So numbness would go away,