blabbity-blabbity-blah. there's an odd whistling noise coming from somewhere??? i think upstairs...hopefully not my problem?
Read beneath the face that freezes,
Gently, gently now,
The voice that isn't breaking since
It can't remember how.
A smile chilled, a dead-eyed gaze--
Two flights of panic, stalled.
But a just-too-perfect pose betrays:
There's war behind this wall.
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