the room was empty and slient the walls were white there were no doors or windows and he paced quitely clawing the corners and one day as if out of this mist of she appered someone of unspoken beauty the one that whuld show the why out of the empty room there eyes locked for him it seemed a long time and before he could say the incantation the would keep her in sight she fade away he was still traped inside the room ever so offten caching a glimps of escape

Null-Terminated Life

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Larmes

When she died,
i cried for justice.
When i knew that justice could not be had,
i cried for the world's loss.
When i realized the scarcity of those who knew her,
i cried for my own loss.
When i could not cry any more,
i cried for the loss of nostalgia.
When i found its futility,
i cried at my cynicism.
When i made peace with its realism,
i cried for the wasted days.
But
When i thought of any alternative,
i cried.