I am an abandoned building I think, sometimes
I follow you up the stairs because what else is there to do at this hour besides follow a boy up an old marble staircase to trouble unknown
or attempt suicide?
We climb up a twisted ladder, its a broken wreck
It reminds me of myself in the sunlight.
I am not afraid of falling.
Or at least, I do not fear falling of the ladder.
Elsewhere may be a different story.
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Submission Name: Abandoned But Not Without Beauty
