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To Remember
Windowless rooms and vine filled walls.
There's always more within.
Doors to nowhere and no end in sight,
you'll never know what you'll find next.
The people whisper nothings
and give themselves over to even less.
It's no surprise that's all that's
left.
So many questions:
"Where have the windows gone?"
And even more answers.
It's no surprise we're all that's
left.
No map, no sense of direction,
just looking for that magic "X."
Even then, no one wants to dig.
It's too much to hope,
and even less to look.
Too hard to see.
All that's left is to
Reminisce of stained light filtered
through ancient glass.
