Perfection incarnateWith scalloped edgesAnd a picket fenceAll in orderAll in it’s placeBut things are never so perfect as they may seemUnderneath there lie secretsA world unseenLaughter from an empty roomAnd creaking of inanimate figures Thanks. Sorry it took so long. >_<
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