without much hope
you stand in line hoping for a revelation
on events inside
where everyone prays to some fading light
that forgives all
of their previous sins
"one day," you think
"they'll let me in"
just to be a part of their little game
where they'll say,
"you're not like us,
inside this place,
your just a tad outside the box"
and like a mime
though invisible lines
you'll walk out the door
and drink in their trust.
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