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The maniacal laughter
Greets my silent walls;
Bouncing amongst various wooden panels,
This maddening cacophony
Jubilantly carries its own chorus.
Boisterously, I hear it
Echoing off of comfortably foreign lips.
From whence does this effrontery
Originate?
Slowly I realize
That the bubbling brimstone
Is my own.
Greets my silent walls;
Bouncing amongst various wooden panels,
This maddening cacophony
Jubilantly carries its own chorus.
Boisterously, I hear it
Echoing off of comfortably foreign lips.
From whence does this effrontery
Originate?
Slowly I realize
That the bubbling brimstone
Is my own.
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