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Untitled Poem #13

So it all comes down to this.
The final farewell,
the curtain call that I’ve
desperately been trying to avoid
(I hid in the bathroom
with my knees against my chest,
but they found me anyways).

I’ll put this to rest,
turn the page,
close the door,
and
put myself to the test
(whatever metaphor
suits you best).

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