House of no Windows(Holland-Fowler)
bmi (c)
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scratching
shapes into the wall in the corner of the room on the 7th floor when I'm interupted by a knock on my door it's no stranger but the man from the next room an ex-accountant who is obsessed with thoughts of doom he says the maniacs have planned a escape they want to give me time to gather up my shapes but hurry up because we can't be late the nurse closes the door and everything starts to fade in a house of no
windows the day slips slowly by SIr Calahan can
converse with the dead chorus# |
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