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Despair lives here

Its stench is in the air;
an unemptied bin,
beer bottles everywhere

You take your shoes off

to enter the hall,
leaving foot prints
all over the floor

The light slips

past dark curtains
but can’t alleviate
the gloomy presence

and the dirty vase

might as well be empty.
instead of carmelias
to tribute lost dreams

Turn to dust then

all that you sought
there will be no cheer.
Here hope comes to naught