Never escaping
Stuck in the basement
Cold pavement, damp
Cobwebs, an empty pipe drips
Room enough to turn flips
Alone in a corner sits,
Stares at basket of dirty laundry
Hampered, overfilled
Stairs leading to a locked door
Ceiling envies the cold floor.
The present dialogue is a silent monological pause
The deaf ears of the walls
Dare not disclose fault
Nor issue blame
For the claims brought against it
Are heard in vain.
Repeat refrain.
The present dialogue is a silent monologue.
The present dialogue is a silent monologue.
ezspits again 1.22.14
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