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YOU'RE IN A ROOM SITTING IN A CHAIR DARKLY, I REMEMBERED TERRY WAITE WHO WAS LOCKED IN A FRIDGE, A SIX FOOT MAN IN SUCH A SMALL SPACE, LOST FACE BY SUCH AN OUTRAGE, BUT THEN I TURNED OVER THE PAGE; TODAY HE IS FINE BUT THE MEMORY CAN NEVER BE ERASED, THE SPIRIT OF THE MAN, NO MATTER WHAT, COULD NOT BE FAZED, I CAN NOT LOOK AT PHOTOS, ONLY WHAT'S STORED IN MEMORY PROVIDES SOME RESPITE AND A CRACK ABOVE PROVIDES SOME LIGHT; I THINK OF GREEN FIELDS, WIND BLOWING THE FLOWERS, THERE'S NO KNOCK ON THE DOOR FOR HOURS AND HOURS, THEN THEY COME TO ASK ME MORE QUESTIONS AND YET I CAN NOT TELL THEM, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND MY MINDSET, I'M FINALLY LED OUTSIDE AND BUNDLED INTO A WAITING LORRY, WHEN THEY PUSH ME OVER THE BORDER, I NO LONGER HAVE TO WORRY.
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
IN A ROOM DARKLY
YOU'RE IN A ROOM SITTING IN A CHAIR DARKLY, I REMEMBERED TERRY WAITE WHO WAS LOCKED IN A FRIDGE, A SIX FOOT MAN IN SUCH A SMALL SPACE, LOST FACE BY SUCH AN OUTRAGE, BUT THEN I TURNED OVER THE PAGE; TODAY HE IS FINE BUT THE MEMORY CAN NEVER BE ERASED, THE SPIRIT OF THE MAN, NO MATTER WHAT, COULD NOT BE FAZED, I CAN NOT LOOK AT PHOTOS, ONLY WHAT'S STORED IN MEMORY PROVIDES SOME RESPITE AND A CRACK ABOVE PROVIDES SOME LIGHT; I THINK OF GREEN FIELDS, WIND BLOWING THE FLOWERS, THERE'S NO KNOCK ON THE DOOR FOR HOURS AND HOURS, THEN THEY COME TO ASK ME MORE QUESTIONS AND YET I CAN NOT TELL THEM, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND MY MINDSET, I'M FINALLY LED OUTSIDE AND BUNDLED INTO A WAITING LORRY, WHEN THEY PUSH ME OVER THE BORDER, I NO LONGER HAVE TO WORRY.
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
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