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The myth of the house Is that it's tasteful. But your mother exalted its beauty. Cover your eyes, Sit still in blindness, Let her take the wheel, Wait in line. The light shrieks in chorus.
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC
Larson
The myth of the house Is that it's tasteful. But your mother exalted its beauty. Cover your eyes, Sit still in blindness, Let her take the wheel, Wait in line. The light shrieks in chorus.
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC
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