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Where they'd been hanging,
old chains swayed in rhythm with
the few, grasping strings of breeze
that were permitted by
the many holes that came
to dot this place with age;
as if none had been in
to stir, to cycle the air - to
give life to room by light of
day. Filth would steal away
the feeble artifacts of what once
was living, full of forward thrust,
that ceased in its motion just
as the inclines came to boast.
In attempts to mend, walls
continued falling, until when
compromise was called for
and things were best left
to rot. But the bonds
did hold, and as the collapse
devoured it whole, the
living thing relinquished,
and begged to never wake
again.
