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The Poem of Rooms

First, In the room of tremendous tranquility, I felt at peace with the world.

In the room of atoms, I felt smaller than a quark.

I stood in the room of loathing, and I loathed my enemies.

I stood in the room of destructive depression, I mourned my soul out.

Finally in the room of cats, I heard the couch purr and the floor hiss.

 

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