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(this one will probably make no sense to anyone who's not me. oh well.)
display
all visitors are welcome
doors submit to malicious oils
beckoning to rusty hinges
captive trust in cages
these floors can move
but we're shackled
ankles high as sweeping conveyors
enjoy our silent shrieking company
silly
disillusioned
enchanted
intrusions
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Your arms are broken!
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