

The RoomNighttime spills through the room. To peculiar medicineThe Room
laid upon it's ground.
Fingers, curling around, like autumn leaves. Over wooden tools.
Floorboard bones, Creaking while at work.
The mirror moans forth her reflection
A deathly pale complexion.
Of a girl who wants to grow up, Paint all her dreams to put up.
She yawns a warning, It's the evil eye, Has to cast off the world's demons to die.
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Claws on all the walls I'd be frightening if not restricted
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