Afterhours Ikea

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Solace and silence, empty compliance.

Parking lot unfull, last feelings are null.

Apocalypse vibes, plants go paralyze.

Quiet hidden secrets, oblige. Keep it.

Furniture all there, crazy no repair.

Sunshine kept inshare, nighttime fearless scare.

Soft spoken morning, left hopeless romance.

Afterhours Ikea, lair perchance. 

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