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Slender beams of radiance enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always lost, always cold,
frozen here,
waiting.

Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my naked flesh.

Tears on a child's face.

I raise my head, now crying out for
this uncaring fate.