the cave
moist and dark
soft and slippery
yet so hard
when you can't get out
so chill as the wind howls
the sharp edges of the clifs
that fill the rooms with the loud wispers
the drippig of the water
and the flickering light
of a dying torch
nearly killed by the wind
but it is
a cave
my home
my shelter
and a place
of peace
and warmth
when i am
inside
soft and slippery
yet so hard
when you can't get out
so chill as the wind howls
the sharp edges of the clifs
that fill the rooms with the loud wispers
the drippig of the water
and the flickering light
of a dying torch
nearly killed by the wind
but it is
a cave
my home
my shelter
and a place
of peace
and warmth
when i am
inside
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