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  Pictures and writing on the walls.     Oh whom, Oh whom do they belong to?     Down here where the only living are inanimate objects.     But one rat is sneaking around.     looking and looking for freedom from this place.     Its lost in the shadows of this place.     It finds a friend that never speaks or so they say.     He looks around in his lost sky blue eyes.     The world around him is now dead in grief.     Oh where, oh where could it be?     The Rats hair is over grown like the world around.     But it still bares the clothes of what had been.     It has a mind that can't be saved but is fine.     The rat