Alone I walk through the ruins of a place where dreams were shared
As the shades of yesterday slap against where windows once held a view.
hang in the way of me being allowed the entrance there inside of all that lies within that tattered old place where I once loved to be
And upon my leaving
I stop and try to pull aside one of yesterdays shades so that just maybe I get one last glimpse of all that we shared there within those lost shadows
But ever so brittle it is
that it falls apart here within these hands of mine.
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