Sitting outside class

as kids arrive,

         eyeing me;

They set up camp around me.

As if I were the indicator

for their reality; Try the door yourself,

you just might see

there's people inside

like you and me.

And maybe, just maybe, I felt like

a hallway and a book

          for a little longer.

Didn't know I'd start a cult.

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