The Creaks

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The floor creaks in my lonely kitchen

A spirit watches in the darkness

She awaits the return of fried chicken

Only one soul could craft it

She watches the light

Her hopes die once more

Her whispers fall among death ears

Her weeping wets the tiles

Haunting a lonely kitchen drowns the spirit

Move into the heavens

You shatter my heart

You should be dancing

With hair whipping among the breeze

I promise one day

One day

One day

One day

I shall see you again

We can share everything

We can cry

We can laugh

We can hug forevermore

Leave the kitchen

Let there be silence

Let there be peace

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