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Look at you now,
All lonely, dark and empty.
Mortar having fallen off you
And displaced on your centre.

You are so old,
So old that I could still hear
All that occupied your space.
So old that I could still hear
The vibrant music that
kept them peoples cheers and chats.
Yet today you are
very much vulnerable and burnt down.

It's like you never existed,
You were never there from the beginning.
It's like you never meant anything to anyone, ever;
But what do you know?

You were the product of the unfounded love and hate;
Today, however you are an output of unwanted
love with resistance..
And now, I sit on your throne;
in wonder and awe.
In awe of the unmentioned memories that you carry,
and in wonder of what you would be tomorrow.

Hello....