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emporium poem

In the room of  shallow souls,

there was chaos everywhere until it was silent.

In the room of  glass,

nothing moved until glorious glass shattered back to sand.

In the room of slumber,

dreams were written all over the walls.

In the room of wonder,

people never know what will happen.

In the room of hope,

everyone’s dreams will appear.

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