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Stress-lines Chalk grating Slowly down my spine Blows on heavy cushions Pound in my consciousness They rage and curse Fixed within the theatre Of their desires Lost dreams are here They hang in tatters Jagged threads caught on nails Words unsaid Lie neglected in corners Hopes trampled underfoot Found sticking to shoes In screwed up balls Pain’s silent screams Like strands of a web Alarm your senses As you move from room to room Tears stain the pleasure From your face Just another day In the house of Dysfunction