In this dilapidated home
The windows are boarded shut
The floor beneath our feet moans
Under the pressure of all our weight.
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In this home of darkness
The cobwebs fill the corners.
We hide our secrets beneath our mess.
No visitors beyond our wall-papered borders.
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