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Oak wood,
hangs from the ceiling,
a
colorful rug,
draped across the floor,
lights,
like the moon when it
illuminates a room,
strips of lights hang from the ceiling,
like the long
scaly skin,
of a slithering snake,
a blue earth worm hovering above
us,
Black nougats stare at me,
as if I was some kind of creature in a
zoo,
as we leave the silence I fell,
like the sun rising on a day that is
to be full of,
wonders.
