Caulfield Bloom
vacancy
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The sharpened crocks
I walk on
The dusted walls
I linger on
The withered flowers
I water on
I close myself
In a cell alone
The darkened lights
I beat on
I close myself
In a cell alone
I am fading
Without sun here
I crave fading
Without sun here
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