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Chair
Shivers down my spine,
Chills deep to the bone,
Is this considered a crime?
I have made this my throne.
I sit again in this chair,
It's right across yours,
But you aren't there,
You hide behind those doors.
I'll wait and wait and wait,
Spend even the shortest moment.
Be in this world that I create,
I'll conceal every predicament.
Chills deep to the bone,
Is this considered a crime?
I have made this my throne.
I sit again in this chair,
It's right across yours,
But you aren't there,
You hide behind those doors.
I'll wait and wait and wait,
Spend even the shortest moment.
Be in this world that I create,
I'll conceal every predicament.
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