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office space that has never sold

A spacious office was big and bold Now it is an unused space, painted bold There is a hut-like cubbyhole with mold To get in there, your legs have to fold The air is on high, so this space is cold Hoarder-messy, it has never sold

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




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