it's what we do
when we see one.
slowly it moves towards
the black door.
there is no grumbling,
no shuffling of feet,
if anything, people seemed
to be relieved.
there doesn't seem to be
a way out, and no one
appears to be leaving.
i tap the guy in front of me
on the shoulder.
he shrugs and points at
the sign. it's an exit he says,
not an entrance.
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