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Closed doors

Building from ruins,

We cement and paste;

Trying to start over,

With rubble as a base.

 

A weather wrought place,

With beams of woe;

Taping the shattered glass,

Of our better tomorrow.

 

A parade of sorrow,

Marches through void floors,

Unheard by outsiders,

Behind our closed doors.