Lights
Brighten up
This room
Where I prefer
To feel my way around
And not see
The disorganization
To not know
The exact nature
Of the sticky substance
Covering my hands and feet
Shadows or less
Would be enough
As I don't want
To remember
This day at all
And seeing your face
Clearly
Will make it impossible
To forget
That you were all here
While I was not
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