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Our only source of comfort is the radio waves, but we long for the sunlight in our hollow caves, and I long for something in this empty room. The sky is just a ceiling that covers the stars. There is no open window to show us the scars. Your eyes are fixed on cosmos, but they are not alone. Your shoulders shake and shiver from the halogen curse. A stillness fills this subway car as the longing grows worse, where voices have no substance and words are empty sound. Rooms are empty. Rooms are empty. Rooms are empty. Rooms are empty things. Empty things. Empty Things.

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