My Obscure Room​

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There is a virus which is multiplying by the second,

Someone somehow, please make it go away I beckon,

I take a deep breath, I relax, I meditate,

Is it actually that shallow, or is it my fate?

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I sometimes feel the darkness, how can that be?

I sometimes feel the lightness – the melody,

I fall into my dreams and hope that the journey is long,

My optimism assures me the end of the song

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The entrance to my obscure room is the pathway from heaven and earth,

Black and white, death and birth,

Who gave us one, how can we be so sure?

And if we really do have one, how do we know it’s pure?

I know for a fact that I have a disease,

Someone, somehow, make it go away, please, please

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June, 1996

 dorm

Tampa