the buildings we used to break
empty rooms silent and half-focused
posters on the wall cast my dreams goodbye
notice every detail before we slip away
a doorway where we found hope
broken glass left on the floor
colors…guilt ridden
blue days keep me alive
whispers shaken with disguise
speak in electric tongues
when instinct feels experimental
Shattered Mind 
Very nice – a study in desolation.
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