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Dec 2015
I came to a room
Made of darkness
Made of light
Across all the vastness
One simple thing
All to see clear
That's what she told us
As we entered
Started resting
Want to consume
The Beauty everywhere
Created your madness
Greatness and doom
Where can we run to
When we lose
Everything we hold so dear

Swirling were my thoughts
As we approached the blackness
No I could not tell
What it was
Or what could be
Materials and obscenity
A number that is serial
We can not find our serenity
NickBlockOneLove
Written by
NickBlockOneLove  Detroit, MI
(Detroit, MI)   
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