round room nestled amidst pine trees. window panes with rustling sheers. the sun may rise may set.you can sit across. we can talk. i can weep you can smile. you can light the fire. i shall offer no decree. i can acuse you can close your eyes. i live you can haunt. letters lay scattered that i never sent and you never read. tea that brewed and got cold. dylan can join. roark's invited too.call robert. its the macabre. it is barret's blabber blob. please come..........
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