In The Test Room, by Herr Docktor
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Click Click Click. Click Click.
Fluttering in the wing, the rain pounds on our doorstep
strange tension. I feel calm.
Rip Rip
Swoosh Swoosh
Some body drags across the bespekeled floor
white asylum walls
Sterility speaks to me
The girls in their Neon fidget concentrating on
Boys in jeans stretch
They mouth silent, worried code
Insecure affirmation,
Sometime before we leave
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Posted: 2009-07-12 04:58:36 UTC |
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2012-08-24 01:20:04 | sweetNsour |
k very interesting but good |