shuffling or rolling along
carpeted hallways
and flowered walls
they go by with cracked smiles
some with lips pressed
in a grim parallel
others turned down
frowning with bitterness
an array of final chapters
spreads before me
and the one
still being scripted
in the mirror
practicing with my mouth
all the different possibilities
and the one way
I hope it will bend
in the end
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