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Nov 2011
Green lights flicker
in the darkness
under the bed.

Concealed behind
reflective glass,
a wall of clothes,
broken dreams.

Dust covered fans
circulate chilling air
through the already
cold chamber.

A lava lamp.
Frozen in time.
No Movement.
No Heat.

Blue carpet,
from generations past.
Red Walls,
a current clash.


Four walls within a house.
A safe-haven.
A resting point.
A home within
A house.
Carlo Mark
Written by
Carlo Mark  Lincoln, NE
(Lincoln, NE)   
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