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glassHouse - House Of Echos
a place for hauntings
starpunctures
houseofechos
starpunctures
glassHouse
ashes of childhood
lost in the glass house
a porcline mother
with cold fingers
her fight with love
and the standards
of worldly and ugly

but somehow I emeraged
from riches to reality
I left my co-dependance
in the hands of a bitter man
with an ego like a battleship

jungles and street walkers
downtown central at midnight
theres a flashing light
a party down 4th street
and the bass booming
like a siren for my feet
I answer to my calling

draw nigh nightlife
draw nigh and I shall do the same
in my jadded self persciption
my narissctic anti self on fire
I need my dancefloor fix

glass house could never withstand this
thinking