.You walk into a room.Confusion plays a solemn tune.
The Poet steals a thought.His hands are red, the sinner caught.
Cyclical and round.The hollow walls repeat the sound of someone falling down.
Someone falling down who looks like me.
Fingers sharp like knives, knives that thrust to .
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