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The day outside is dull,
The bed is warm,

Candles and lamp,
Bringing warmth,

The rain begins,
beating on cold glass.
Lulling with rhythm.
The breeze enters
flickering flame,
tinkling chimes.

All unseen, unheard,
as she lay there.
Lost in silence,
deep within.

What is she thinking?
Why is she there?
Who is she?

A shared experience
A different perception
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5 Feb 04