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the wood creaks and the roof leaks with tears our tears because we're broken and a full house doesn't make a bountiful life nor does a fancy couch make a house a home roar until the shingles fall and weep for every brick upturned we're in a house fit *humble abode, ruined by rage, up for sale, purchase now*
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
House Fit
the wood creaks and the roof leaks with tears our tears because we're broken and a full house doesn't make a bountiful life nor does a fancy couch make a house a home roar until the shingles fall and weep for every brick upturned we're in a house fit *humble abode, ruined by rage, up for sale, purchase now*
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
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