I climbed staircase up and up,
my boots were clicking on the floor,
I could hear the laugh of a broken lift
as I wheezed, pulling back the door.
But what was this? Some giant mess,
the hall was filled with boxes, bags,
books and dishes, a sewing machine?
Brown cases bursting internal rags.
“An eviction.” I thought so logically,
as I scooted past...
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