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Quiet, whisper, the room is dark.
The light coming from the window
and shining on the floor.
I climbed up to the window
of the small dark room
and looked in with a start.
For the room had been cleaned.
I thought we had all agreed
not to clean that room
and leave the memories there.
I opened that dirty window,
the only thing that hadn't been cleaned. Went in and sat on the tiny bed.
As small, tiny tears rolled down my face.
I remembered that my only brother was dead.
I laid down on the bed and went to sleep.
Smelling the sweet smell of my brother's feet.
I miss him very much you see.
When I woke up three hours later,
The tears were on the pillow and my tear-staind face.
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