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the flames almost reached the ceiling
up where the oldest paint is peeling
sending ashes burning patches in your floor
and two doors down a baby you hear crying
won't justify you trying
to get out
i heard you several times from beneath the bathroom door
where the tiny bugs explore
a world we never knew exists
aside from shaken fists
and a thirst for something bigger
because down here it's all larger than life
the piano, the stove, the knife.
we're getting smarter every hour
and the lines on your face tell me i'm right.
two more days but three more nights.
we're still waiting for the sunlight.
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