The Room Without Walls
He has no mouth because there are no words
The room is a construct of our own design
It is here we linger, in an existence of our own creation
Here, in this room without walls
Here, where light cannot reach the depths of darkness
Here, in the existential
A reality of our choosing
This is the room, you are the key
Will you enter?
The room is a construct of our own design
It is here we linger, in an existence of our own creation
Here, in this room without walls
Here, where light cannot reach the depths of darkness
Here, in the existential
A reality of our choosing
This is the room, you are the key
Will you enter?
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