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our house:

crawl space          
fallen in floors          
charged barbed wire &          
rats stacked up in the drainpipe          
a thousand rooms × as many heart-biting secrets.          
blink and the doors change          
turn your back & the rules          
have rearranged; the attic          
could be a murder scene &          
the kitchen a circus ring          
the sofa is a hidden portal to a whorehouse for all we know        
                                         well it would explain a lot
Written by 010101110110100101 (053927598376y93870873109)
Published | Edited 19th Nov 2012
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