Run down buildings
The authority can't see
A haven for homeless people
A place for drug addicts
It is sign of human decaying
Blending into short term gains
When the body becomes weak
The short run disappears
The derelict buildings
It becomes the sanctuary
Of the misplaced humans
They chose the wrong way
Some may get help
Go back to society
Others will drop dead
Of hunger and forgotten identities
Run down buildings
Sometimes hear of ghost stories
Of those who pass through
Of floating lights and white aberrations
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