Stop Go Stop

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Never ending stoplights
Spiderwebs caressing the cold
dead
ground

Quiet bubbling water
fills up my tired ears whispering treasures that it's found

Looking back on the street I just crossed
Hoping I'd by some chance stopped in its middle

Stairs continue dragging me down as I continue to go up

The atmosphere pulling me below earths warm and loving crust

The terrace under my feet doesn't budge

But the ground below moves far too quickly for my tired legs to keep up

My face is cold, as is my slowly beating heart

Let me down to rest
Let me down to rest
I need to get some
Rest

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