Doom

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Doom

These rooms are silent
tears for no reason roll down my face
there is something missing
my heart can not name it
life lost in a meaningless loop of wasted days
heading in a slow march towards death.

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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