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by Rickey Rivers Jr. 

Stuck between the walls, an obscure dream; I don't trust the people here and there are people here, only heard and not seen, the worst kind of quiet.


There's a hum from an electric device.

It propounds their presence.

Whoever they are, whatever they are.


And there are no lights here.

I can see this truth.

There are no lights. 

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