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Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened room as I kneel,
always in pain, always lost,
frozen here,
waiting.
Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
sparing not my darkened soul.
A reflection on humanity's face.
I raise my head, now submitting to
this uncaring reality.
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