I remember when they told me about it,
I remember being nine.
Running up and down the halls, chanting its name.
Looking at the floor, deep filth covered it.
Then it was time to go in again, it was fresh and particular now.
Years past, I chanted its name again and again.
Then it stopped. My memories traumatized.
I remember walking out for the very last time,
Smelling the air for the very last time,
Running my hands on the wall for the very last time.
Riding out and into the world,
Filled with perplexity and grief
Tears in my eyes,
Missing it
wishing I could be back
Chanting its name again and again
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