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I hear a roaring in the walls at night, I believe it is the pipes Or maybe the furnace screaming to let it catch our home on fire I imagine the roaring to be the outcry of us, pure hatred
Sand surrounding me Upon waves that seem so calm With a sky so blue as clouds ride the wind  “Ah, is this paradise, or is this reality?” A pinch in the arm, a confirmer, I can continue life
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