WE HANG OUR HEADS IN THIS HEAVY HOUSE WITH HALLS THAT SCREAM A LONG SLOW NO DIRTY THOUGHTS FALL FROM MY SOUL, HEAPED LIKE CLOTHES UPON THE FLOOR THIS NIGHT HAS A THOUSAND LIES THAT BURN HOLES IN MY PETTY HEAD, FLESH CREEPS UP ALL THE WRONG WALLS, IT'
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