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my house
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our souls scattered around
are captured in the silky cobwed of a spider
they are held captive in the empty walls
that listens to our words
and feed of our vitalities
and when they want they tell us secrets
that were held before us
we are the only ones that could create
a soul that we think it is best for our houses
never we shall be alone
when we are in a house
their souls will whisper to us
words that are so hard to understand
words that are tormented and painful
we are about to give the houses our souls
and my soul shall be in my house always
and for all eternity...
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