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Oct 2012
in this room, my prison cell

where shapes and shadows alike do dwell

i recall once more the story you tell

as i drift to sleep



in this room, this dungeon place

i fear the light and shrinking space

i think of how my heart did race

and then i softly weep
Shelby Young
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Shelby Young
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   Josh Morter
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