These silenced walls
barren
Each flaking
plaster
patch
begs
release
from
the bricks
behind
The paint
is taint
too
A walk through
the door
and
a quick glance
back
at a book
published
in sixty four
Those were the
Brian Adams'
days
Who needs horror
when
the music
is an
original
score
[.]
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