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Dollhouse

The house poisoned by
Unfullfilled expectations
Pierces every cell like Radon;
We can't see past this second
Time has become less than
Arid air stuck on our throat
Haven't breathed swiftly in so long;
But with all this decay
Hope sparkles on the curtains
When the sun slowly ascends
Along with it's morning rays.
Written by LUUH19 (Emeraldia)
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