The room was empty, it had been
for years.
Door locked, shut a long time ago.
The contents intact and preserved
through time.
Dusty but intact.
The room has had plenty of time to
reflect on his actions.
Find remorse for its behaviour.
That wintery, fateful night, almost a
distant memory now.
The dust more of a fog now.
It is still too dangerous to open that door.
We’ll deny parole this time around.
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