Doomed
I am a devastation.
That they dropped off at the train station.
My luggage was picked through.
My pens and pencils, they are doomed.
I must not write on the walls.
I must let the thoughts spiral down these halls.
The food is the only nourishment.
In this place where I am sent.
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