the revolving doors

0320, music on and a bowl of milk with cereal.
a little numb from thinking too much; a little hurt.
in the end i guess only so much is real; i feel pale.
the world spins, and we feel nauseous;
the door spins, and we make our exits.

maybe someone else will walk in now.

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