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Thursday, April 21, 2005

This Room

I'm alone in this room
The room you banished me to
Away from the love and laughter
And everything that comes after

I hear my pen calling me:
'We have poems to write, '
'Yes, we can make the most of this night, '

This room is my sepulchral home
A maelstrom of thoughts
My pen captures for the page
And releases for you to read.

I hear my pen calling me:
'Marry me, I'll be the bride and you, the groom.'
'I might as well, since I'm banished to this room.'
Jamie Collins
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