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- When the Builder Leaves
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2002
Walls whisper in dust
as winds stir remnants.
No longer can I recall
the room he built.
Beams and boards
were gradual. I became plaster,
nails in a paced floor.
When he left
foundation shifted,
surface cracked,
forms crumbled.
I stand once more,
though not these walls.
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