show me around this place you know o so well
the paint peeling off the walls
the chairs old from use
pictures scattered along the hallways
words written on the cieling
this dark and holy place
born here, and will end up dead here
the eternal pit of saddness
and maybe once, a giggle or smirk
this space, small yet wide holds the
past
present
and future
within the threads of
complications and desire
the memories and shattered dreams
i live in my home
where ever it may lead
inside me
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