The ghost and the building
From the soil, I am built. By hands borne of silt.
I have no voice, the people speak for me.
I am the ghost, and I scare people away.
Every morning, the workers dread their stay."
I have no ounce of creativity left. LOL I need a vacation, or a supportive relationship to bring me back to life.
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