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The picture outlived a memory of first interpretation;
Framing itself into the center corridors in the middle of it all
They say a picture is worth,well…whatever amount sounds agreeable to you

But what I see(n) doesn’t add
up to anything to me now

Temptation consumes; must hoard
feelings – must hold onto remembering

A white ramp leads up to a view
of an ocean city;

The building sitting high in
the center in the middle of it all

Filled with emotions; talking
then laughter…worried chatter

They know me as I know them,
whether we recognize the other (or not)

Desire burns; must believe in
something – must expand reality

I get lost in hallways lined
with mirrors and doors;

In the central core of the
structure in the middle of it all

Direction of intent masked by my
reflected confused glances

Here I am; must keep dreaming – must retain self

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