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Escalator ups and downs,
Each platform leads to another,
No sales floor, no exit door,
Just landing after landing after landing,
Elevator door ajar,
Stuck between two floors,
Stairwell locked, barred and blocked
Crimson rope line circles and circles,
Run against cascading steps,
Folding one into the other,
Out at the top, in at the bottom,
Leap entire flights, in flight, alight
Exhausted heap upon the floor,
I cannot climb up or down anymore,
I’ll wither and die, right here in isle five,
Fifth store, fifth floor, fifth door,
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2007-12-15
15:59:44
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