This Warehouse

This cold warehouse floor,

And on it glide our bare feet,

The walls left abandoned,

And window panes like missing teeth,

We dance to no music,

For its soul connection we seek,

Here in this hopelessness,

The charlatans of misused weeks,

back again to sell us ideas,

I misused us and then misused me.

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