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In my room, a fresh linen scented

candle , satt with its flame flickering back

and forth.

Underneath, the teak stained

drawers are filled with clean, folded

clothes.

A hamper lies, with a ball of dirty

clothes right in front of it.

The computer, that buzzes, and

rainbow lighted fans spin away.

A black scratched PS4 controller

vibrates.

On the carpet, scattered sour

patch kids that have been resting there

so long that they must have aged into

sour patch adults.

They sit there as a witness, and a

listener to everything that goes on in my room.