Downstairs
I find my mother
Deadly wearied
Suppressed air
Is lying layer under the layer
Now all mortal souls
Curled up unaware
Of hunting owls
Their fangs
Are in my mother’s nightmare
Upstairs
I walk to and fro
Catching moonlight
Through stained glass of my window
I want to live right
To kill everyone’s pain
Or at least just my family’s
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