Soul of a Building

A sad reflection of knowing the end is near.

The ticking clock measures the few remaining moments

Empty hallways with partial lighting

Once made for thousands

Large spaces stand still

Protectors patrol the outer rim

Servers hum gleefully…oblivious

A shell…a structure…a home

Forgotten

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