Ikea's labyrinth
The store looms
i enter its gates
the grave impoortance of my mission pulls me inside
i walk up stairs
thinkng they may be my last
i need to find that lamp
i look and look,
this puzzle is tricky
why didnt i get a map
Someone is looking
i need to flee
i dont want to bother the employees
i find the prize
the eleusive ingared
i must quickly escape
i rush past the employyes
trying not to be noticed
im out
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