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Closure
Drawn to a close,
the curtains pulled.
The end of the day
and the nothingness lulled.
The clap of cold hands
in the dark cool void.
Nothing to say, or do.
No stories to tell,
or games to be toyed.
The book must close.
All chapters conclude.
To go on forever
would be rude!
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