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[font=Courier New]     at night  
    in the doll house  
    sometimes  
    it's scary  
    but in the day  
    it's empty  
    just the silence  
    except  
    when the dogs bark  
    their barking  
    barking that we hear in movies  
    barking that assures us it's real  
    though even we know  
    we know it's just a movie  
    even though we're really here  
    we're really in the doll house  
    
    so  
    why do they try?  
    whoever is  
    whoever is outside  
    while we  
    we only want to be  
    to feel somewhere  
    to get  
    outside the day  
    to leave  
    the night  
    to go away  
    but closed  
    inside this house  
    that doesn't have a dog outside  
    so we forget about the dog  
    and all the silence  
    there's the sun  
    that's streaming through our windows  
    lighting up these motes of dust  
    these windows  
    bragging what the sun can do  
    the sun in afternoon  
    when everyone's away  
    our house  
    our house in silence  
    us inside  
    through all these years  
    of seeing sun  
    of feeling all this silence  
    silence like a river  
    like a river we can never join  
    
    the silence is this house  
    the sound of this old house  
    the sound that this old house it makes  
    the empty sound that this old house it makes  
    on days  
    when there's nobody here  
    nobody here but us  
    this house  
    this house of dolls  
    is where we live  
    is where we live and never leave  
    we never leave this silence  
    silence that  
    that really isn't here  
    this house  
    discarded years ago  
    there isn't anyone  
    not even me  
    to leave  
    to go away  
    all this  
    all long since pulled apart  
    decayed...  
    
    though still  
    in this old house  
    inside the middle of a day  
    when everyone's away  
    this silence  
    must make way  
    to dogs  
    to their faint barks  
    the barks that crawl inside  
    the dream as it reveals  
    the movie of this house of dolls  
    the we  
    the movie we  
    the us  
    the well-dressed dolls of us  
    the well-dressed dolls  
    the us  
    the us that we must be  
 
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Written by rayheinrich (Death Plane for Teddy)
Published | Edited 23rd Aug 2013
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