I feel a chill
Streaming inside
From a hole in the still.
Light stains the walls.
Noises out there
Nail my attention down and
Demand that I yield.
I'd rather not
Know what they have to say
Or have any thoughts
Don't want to stay
I won't remain
Right in there way, I'll go
Before I get hurt.
Silence rings loud.
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