The Chamber
Commodious
Empty
The chamber holds nothing,
Though it used to be filled,
Exceptional treasures filled to the brim!
The chamber knew beauty,
The chamber knew pain,
Now, it knows nothing,
Remembers nothing,
Empty
Commodious
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