End of a Dorm Era

panic engulfs me for i cannoT escape it
as my practicality rusHes to dodge the imminence
my utopia chokes mE to a saunter
suddenly it sees me rushing towards like an artesian well
a Freeway fawn i am rooted to the double yellow
incapacitated by a cocktail of terror and cUriosity
my salvaTion rests in a safe Underneath a portrait in my brain
frantically i search for the password
yet the bank of my mind is flooded by causeless answeRs
timEs up brace for impact

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