

Quiet RoomThe drapes felt cold, in the cold, dark room, The desk full of clutter, let out a big sigh, And next to the wall, the bed slouched down, Like the dead flowers by its side, The bookcase let out a moan of age, and use, A tree branch slaps the window, And the window shudders in pain, The chair just sat there with a half-grin, And a small table echoed within, The doorknob unturned in so many years, Just then those drapes formed some tears, And so this room shall be left alone for good.Quiet Room
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Fluff! (oxO)
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