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The Chamber I dwell, a personal hell The anger befell, unmistakable bell In this boxed room; boxes off reality In this unboxed mind, unboxes calamity Peril circulates Terror Percolates Doors close, possibilites fold As these ideas sit and mold
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 12:06 PM UTC
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The Chamber I dwell, a personal hell The anger befell, unmistakable bell In this boxed room; boxes off reality In this unboxed mind, unboxes calamity Peril circulates Terror Percolates Doors close, possibilites fold As these ideas sit and mold
Old poem, dated from 2014
joofarimathea
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20/M/Connecticut, United State
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 12:06 PM UTC
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