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Something happened in my room.

Music stopped, the lights turned grey.

It absorbed the numb vacuum.

Darkness hid like frightened prey.

Birds walked in with grieving wives.

And the train missed platform two.

I had learned that I could fly

But I never intended to. 

Chair was pushed against the door.
Laughing toads rode purple pigs.

And the train missed platform four.

But I never opened wings.

Why is it that when we feel,

When we really feel and know,

Life just loses its appeal

And the death is sold out show.

Something really, really honest,

something full of taste and tune,

lonelier than quiet forest,

Something happened in my room.