In The Test Room

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By Herr Docktor •

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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August 24, 2012 01:20sweetNsour

k very interesting but good