The Domiciles Project



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An ultimate hide and seek game,
Of which I pray to never lose
And my competitor,
Whom was suppose to be on my side.
But with his drink from hell,
I'm glad he remembers my name.
The punches don't hurt me,
The words are what sting.
Bruises and cuts heal,
But memories shall never fade,
And when he yells out "Where are you?"
I promise not to shudder too hard;
For it's more than just a door,
It's my only protection.

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