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Nov 2020
In a dark room,
there is only a worn-out chair
that stands in what little light there is.

In such a dark room,
only a girl drawn to desire
continues to die under emptiness.

In this dark room,
the girl sits upon her weeping chair
with gloom.
Written by
Ube
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