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My house
In all the halls, In all the rooms, In all the listless thoughts assumed i've sured the walls, I've sured the views I've sured the doors that people use from wing to wing, from thought to thought, the arches of my mind distort, my cobbled hearth my wooden flaws the mental gate to reinsure my house is safe my house supplied and deny the wicked world outside.
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