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The Escape

2009-09-19 14:05:14 by Nickapassa

The thrill of escaping, the thrill of ditching.
My heart's beating, have I been seen?
The loud voice calling out to stop.
I run, faster and faster.
Up the stairs, behind a column.
Heart beating, unable to hear the slow pounding steps.
Only the fast rhythmic beating.
The light shines on me.
Everything so real, lucid.
But no escaping.
I've been caught.
Jacket and self pulled into a decrepit rusty cell.
Oh woe is me.


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manicjudgementmanicjudgement

2009-09-19 14:13:07

THATS RIGHT YOU HACKER! ADMIN'S GOTCHA!

(Updated ) Nickapassa responds:

I don't, nor do I know how to hack.
Thanks for ruining my 13th poem.


DudeGoofyGuyDudeGoofyGuy

2009-09-22 21:17:43

I like Blue better. Make all your thread replies into poetry, it'll give you an image. :3

Nickapassa responds:

Thanks.