disorder’s corridor

Crawling out of the cursed forest

Where I once said

Never to roam again

With stretched arms

And a bad mood

I reach out

For the desolated corner

Of disorder’s exit route

I look back

And wonder

What held me back

For so long

Was it the necessity

Of pleasure

Who knows

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