The Shack
The run down shack
Out in the woods
Boards missing
Graffiti
But that lock on the door
Hasn't stopped anybody
From breaking in through
The windows
What they don't know
Is that you gotta be
A special kind of person
To actually see
What the inside really looks like.
There's more to it than meets the eye.
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