My brother talks about the house and how he has to be drunk to fall asleep there.
There was always something on the stairs that made me have to run,
so I made a story about it to help explain the other thing on the other stairs.
But I don't think my brother's brain has stairwells, or even walls.
Just vast expanses of space for him to roam and roam,
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