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Room 13



The white walls,

The smell of chemical,

I am sinking in waves of thought.

If the time has come, Please do not let a priest come.

If the time has come, Please do not pray for me.

There is not any requests I want from Him.

If the time has come, kiss me and cuddle me, my love.

When the darkness has come,

It will take away my pain, my worry and my love.


2016 January  chi-Ling WoodArt