Zencho

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I stare into the darkness and it stares back at me.

I ask what it’s name is and it says me.

It’s asks how do I like my tea?

As it begins to talk of a woman named Light who taught it how to be happy,

Until one day she left a note saying she left for Cincinnati.

It became evil as it grew unhappy.

Now it became what it never wanted to be.

I grab it’s hand and tell it off we should flee.

After all, it’s me who’s talking to me.

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