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Water is crawling up

the walls of the hallways

with puddles on the ceiling

while golf balls of ice

rise up and strike

the soft souls of my feet

as I try to walk in the right

through wet cement

"that's not what I meant"

to the grim reapers delight

he laughs in my face

so I might repent

pay dues to the futures

I lose when I don't choose