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Room 7 They, we, you were here, Just a short time ago: The emptiness of this room, So alive with beating Pumping heart still now Upon the gray window Of an echo machine, Mocking my impotence, Laughing at the waste; And there in the gleam of the terrazzo floor Sits the pale yellow urine, begging – As if we forgot to let him out, too. |
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