i bore away at these walls.
old concrete
made brittle by seasons
passed.
the holes bear no answer.
the broken tiles
sitting disheveled on the floor
smile like a mouth filled with broken
teeth.
they have been made obsolete
before term.
the won't even be replaced.
they are just futile.
they don't matter
in the grand scheme.
they don't even matter
in the small scheme.
they don't matter at all.

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