The meanderings of a mind
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2004-04-29 18:30:50 (UTC)

spaces ( a poem instead of story from class)

spaces have breath
a soul of their own
they gather fragments of life
all the people they've known

their words,smells, body heat
have collected in the cracks
bland walls are colored magical
this space can take you back

the feet thathave
through history trespassed here
have left footprints in dust
no time can ever clear

TIme may wear down
and bring change to the face
but with all the bodies bringing life
it can never change the shape

all the moments stored away
and all the hearts that dreamed
this space has been a stomping ground
worth more than it may seem