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Oct 2020
It's dark inside,

the rooms ravaged and the floors frayed,

not a soul would step foot.



Step back onto the grass that's dried,

and you wonder where's the aid,

but there's nothing to input.



You walk back to resume your route,

a body breezes past,

they open the door with no doubt,

you look back, it's you.
Written by
Jamil Akram  19/M
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