Bleak

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Stuck in the dummy cell.
Eyes fixed on the flickering lights.
Voices heard from the outside,
Can you hear the wind brush my home?
I wait for your hand to brush my hair
Stuck in the dummy cell.
Eyes fixed on the flickering lights.
But why is the hand that brushes me so cold?
Cold yet unseen-
An empty room still full with the dim light.
An empty room, where a feet stalks in silence.

I see it all in my mind though
Nothing is on the outside.

Stuck in the dummy cell.
Eyes fixed on the flickering lights.

She waits for Him.

-Changju.

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