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this place is masterful in the art of illusions one minute the walls are closing in, and the next the doors are all locked and there are no windows from which you could leap to safer ground i stand in the kitchen and try to be helpful, but when washing sharp knives i have thoughts that i can't even write down there is a man in the living room, but he mimics a robot, spending his days repeating and repenting, trying to lure us into the fold i feel alone amongst eight, like everyone looks through me, misunderstands my words, forgets my intentions fading into corners and under floorboards, soon, i will be a ghost
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
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this place is masterful in the art of illusions one minute the walls are closing in, and the next the doors are all locked and there are no windows from which you could leap to safer ground i stand in the kitchen and try to be helpful, but when washing sharp knives i have thoughts that i can't even write down there is a man in the living room, but he mimics a robot, spending his days repeating and repenting, trying to lure us into the fold i feel alone amongst eight, like everyone looks through me, misunderstands my words, forgets my intentions fading into corners and under floorboards, soon, i will be a ghost
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
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