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These emotions are a bottomless pit
A trip down to hell with lots of reverb
Falling, but not the impact is the feeling
The time passing and the endlessness of the room are, instead

Straight forward, but this poem doesn’t end
It’ll continue in my thoughts
Reflecting off the walls until the volume becomes unbearable
Sweet black curtain drowns out noises
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