Halls

the doors

are left open

for him

to walk through

and brightly lit

with all

he will ever need

when beside him

there is a girl

stumbling through

a dark hall

unable to find her way

and out

into a world

that she knows

will mimic the halls

and who walks

within them

Posted in response to the challenge Human Rights – Writing.

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slothinator

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