count the pictures
on the walls
this place, was it always
so empty
was everything the way
i remember
your image is dull and blurred
by the rust of time again
an era has come and gone
and everything that belongs
exists no more
the air i'm breathing
it is changing
one would think
memories are living
but behind these pictures
lies nothing
nothing at all.
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