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No, it’s too quiet for this much noise
and I’m tired of listening to that click clack
of false teeth in the attic
I want to scream and kick open the door
just to prove once and for all
that there’s something alive in there
making a racket only I can hear
Jesus, what a strange place I live
in this house of whispering winds
where a knock on the wall is some strange code
leading to a treasure map
of rats’ nests
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