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The Snooping Walls
The snooping walls are watching me
And now they know my secret kink.
I feel their eyes upon my back
And wonder what the hell they think.
I fear they’ll tell the world about
The prostitute I sawed in half.
I trust the doors and windows, though,
As when I killed, I heard them laugh…
For Susan’s If these walls could talk contest
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