Nameless, Unknown
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My heart is a building, naked and plain
built from old lumber, Left in the rain
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The eaves, the trim, Knobs and shades
barring the rust, dust of the days
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The windows they breathe through planks on the wall
sparing one space, for sunlight to fall
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on floors untouched, except for the rays
in rooms where I once, traveled the maze
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My heart is a building, vacant, but one
section of floor, where I lay undone
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No furnishings slumber in corners, on walls
the doors are all closed to frighten the halls
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dark, and since lonely, long forgotten
for lack of my feet, know not where they end
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My footage, as square, conforms to my waist
for nothing to move, except for my face
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To look at the sunlight, cutting the void
where once was the bed, I lay as a boy
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My heart is a building, once called a home
now it’s just me, nameless, unknown
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Image source Haunting Pictures of Mansions
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Hive account@ezravan I'm ezra vancil a musician/songwriter out of Texas 