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Don't fall down, the stairs are uneven Haunted regrets, embodiment of liquor Lacquered wood panels, smell of old alcohol Guilty hands shiver on a switchblade shining There by the door stands an old man leaning Taunt him some more and he might start screaming The haggard old mystic witch by the bedpost yawns and the New Orleans bayou still shivers in a shimmering light Tonight though, taste the tasteless tears on terrarium trellises or tug away the tightness of the tortured terra firma tetsuo and maybe tonight there will b-
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
House of Whispering Voices
Don't fall down, the stairs are uneven Haunted regrets, embodiment of liquor Lacquered wood panels, smell of old alcohol Guilty hands shiver on a switchblade shining There by the door stands an old man leaning Taunt him some more and he might start screaming The haggard old mystic witch by the bedpost yawns and the New Orleans bayou still shivers in a shimmering light Tonight though, taste the tasteless tears on terrarium trellises or tug away the tightness of the tortured terra firma tetsuo and maybe tonight there will b-
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
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