You found me in the corridor,
my body aching for sleep
yet frantic with activity.
Between cracked and peeling walls
you offered a hand.
Rebellious teenager turned lost child
I clung to it in dumb silence
and you led me
quaking
through the ebb and tide of euphoric bodies
into daylight.
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Interesting, though my own experience would characterize it differently. Depends on exactly what the reference is to... I see several valid interpretations, though your personal experience is likely the topic.
I wonder at the thoughts that led to this, though you will probably not tell me.
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