Remember
Those lost and clinging souls.
Cast adrift from mooring nest,
locked within
these countless bricks,
baked and piled high.
Built to hold
their sleepless nights,
forgotten days,
empty cries,
deepest pain.
When bricks are gone,
what will remain?
Long forgotten echoes
of a haunted place.
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