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My room is now dark, always (Part two)
Now that you can see I am trapped
inside of my room that contains no
way out and has basically no space
inside it only contains me, myself
and I along with some personal
As well as my bed which has nothing
underneath it.. my room has no door,
no windows and for sure, no couture.
But water is somehow seeping inside
I have no where to run, I have no where
to hide.. I'd go under my bed but water
is now causing it to float
I'm standing on top of it and avoiding
this ocean of words..
d e p r e s s e d; s p e a r s; p r e s s
axe tiny; a net..
a lucid is; sail...
Why can I only think of anagrams for
some of the words that I see, I'm about
to drown.. the water is smothering me.
21/F/Under The Sea
(21/F/Under The Sea)
Keith Edward Baucum
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