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Mar 2015
I sit alone
in a room, untouched
my senses have no rule
over this place
the air is still
no noises, no sounds
I see nothing
as if long black hallways
were in every direction
that I happened to look
I try to stand
the chair is gone
I try to look at where it was
all I see
an abysmal
dark, pit
under everything
above me
the ceiling was not there
and I felt my heart
quiver
this unnatural
wonderland
is where I just happen
to stand
I watch
I see a face
familiar, but not so
it fades to dust
the dark space as once
is ash again
the loneliness fills me
as never before
and I close my eyes
to see no more.
Porter Olsson
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Porter Olsson  U.S.A.
(U.S.A.)   
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