My cave is cold
But I know it
It is dark
But my eyes have adjusted
It is silent
But I do not mind, so much
My cave is sorrowful
But in it I find
A strange kind of comfort
I decorated it once
And it became home
When I’ve been away
Dancing in the light
And somehow find myself back there
I feel the same cold
The same darkness
The same silence
The same desire to stay.
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