Lautrec
Castevet
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I can't breathe this stale air
The walls are closing in
The lamp is burned out
I haven't slept in weeks
Dressers decorate the walls
I hope they hold
The doors are off their hinges
I haven't been back since
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The light peeks through the cracks
53 days in this house
Enclosing footsteps
Destroying the doors
The sound is deafening
(they're coming
And they keep coming in waves)
