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A Dark Room I sit alone in a dark room. The air is thick and filled with much gloom. How much longer will this go on. Maybe forever, I don't know. I hear sounds, but no one speaks. Fear, the room reeks with. The smell of incense being burned. But no one lights the fire. To see the light is my one desire. A light that shows. A light that glows. That's all I want to see. I sit alone in a dark room. |
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