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By Sarah O’Brien

In my box room I lay,

Looking at the sky of my world,

Through lampshades dusty and dim,

Holding secrets of long forgotten days,

In the box room where I lay.

Mustard carpet, wrinkled smell,

Cobwebs lingered, cloths cleared away,

All In the box room where I lay.

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