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My House

My house lies like no one else
My house is grandiose and lives for fame
People say my house is made from hell
Burning the elders’ souls, yet it feels no shame

My house screams for attention
And only sings when everybody watches
Its land is worth billions
And the people inside are horror itself




Fri vers av Eloise Rosenberg
Läst 28 gånger
Publicerad 2024-02-13 12:33



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