January 24, 2012
By Anonymous

I am the abandoned house
At the end of the street
Shattered windows and rotting wood are all that accompany me
I am the car that doesn't run
Useless and disappointing
Living under a cloud of dust and a For Sale sign
I am the instrument that is silent
No melody or song coming from my strings
To greet the inspired musician
I am the ghost that lives in the shadows

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