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'FRIDGE'
this sudden torment
wakes me up in the night.
i stand with my hands open and
head down the stair way
to the kitchen which will lead me
to no better than mankinds best invention.
i must not say the name
for i might wake the spirit among it,
though i love indearly.
as i appraoch i extend my right hand to open.
the yellow light blinds me
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