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Jan 2017
I hear the wind blow
Through the broken windows
No one has been here in ages
I can tell from all the dust collected
I look down and see the old pages
That once were used to count orders
But now just lie on the floor getting colder
This old warehouse hasn't been used in ages
People no longer get wages for this is just an
Old abandoned warehouse
Jessica Burgess
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Jessica Burgess
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