Closing in on the door
Looking down on the floor
Knocking heard on the other side
Imagining something wide
Placing fingers on the handle
It breaks it like a candle
Now trying out the back
Everything keeps turning black
Mice running in the living room
Crows staying in the bedroom
Royalties passing by the house
A big hole in the blouse
Smart enough
Strong enough
Position wrong
Bloodline all wrong
Unjustified power
Uncertified life
Position might be good
Bloodline is no good
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