Unsocial Recluse
When you enter her domain she will pace
Buried here in this captive place
Mournful years make fingers made from hast
Where these four walls hold a lonely face
Saddened spirits willfully so misplaced
Where lingering cries do embrace
Raising stairs driving energies into space
Where tarry moments leave a dusty trace
Whispering voices never more erase
When she has lost her breathing space
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