The Nonair House
There have no air in the house
I live in
I am similar as a caged mouse
I think
no air, no breath
my lungs are very cold
no air, no life
I am a lonely soul
I am becoming mad
the large pressure
will break my head
the house is not the gift from devil
but the trap of love
poem by Proteus Doorknob
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