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The room still slightly smells of roses.
So many things have happened here.
If walls could talk ~ the stories they could tell.
The darkness outside holds the past and future,
what is coming in? Who has left?
I am alone and afraid with this vision.
For me it is a quite nightmare.
I want to go out into the blackness chasing what I have lost.
I await the monster just outside,
knowing it is about to come in.



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