Exit DoorA Poem by AustinA blazing fire! Where do I turn? To the exit door So rectangular, so inviting With its red, neon lighted sign. I love you exit door With all of those screaming people Running through you in such haste. The smell of smoke and burning flesh Filling my nostrils so utterly. Wait! What is this? Exit door, you have turned on me Like a hated enemy! While admiring your breathtaking perfection, I have burned...
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