This house has it’s walls,
All so paper thin,
One more line of dialogue,
And I might just cave in,
My head is so thick,
But yet so thin,
I don’t have a pool,
But yet I might dive in,
Filling my head with all that is old,
I’d rather see what is new,
Than what’s full of rust and dust,
I read another line,
It’s...
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