In the empty room there is a chair
In the empty room a rope ties around an awning,
I open a window in the empty room and it is empty no more.
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PoetryA collection of poems which no one will read because no one reads random poetry. 😢
The empty room
In the empty room there is a chair
In the empty room a rope ties around an awning,
I open a window in the empty room and it is empty no more.
