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I sit alone all the time in my dark closet. The smell of incents filling the air. In the world it's about money, what they want, when's the next deposit. But alone in my darkness, no one intrudes my lair. It's about the empty silence, and sweet flavors of shadows. The mindless children play at day and at night, while the moon shines to make blood black, they stare out their windows.



My home is not a house, but a closet. Small yet roomy, plain yet unimaginable. The colors play through my head as I sit alone in my dark closet.