None

Public face hides
deep in the recesses
of the house; it
cracks and laughs
at your weakness.
The interior voice
echoes, channelling
every room to
amplify your sorrows.
Sitting on the stairs
that transition you
from mortal rage
and courteous cup sipping.
I am the devil on these walls.
I only dissappear when
I walk outside.

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