The Hallway

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Down the dark hallow hallway,
an oil lamp, lit by the haggard maiden,
saturates the stale air with a warm glow.
The stories of failed conquests
whisper secrets between the twists of the malnourished walls.
Sunken windows bow down to the black sky,
like a peasant worships a king.
Dense, invisible air weighs down upon the feeling of nothingness,
making all those who enter numb.





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