chimes jingle on a door;
slam shut. Footsteps echo,
revebrating off of empty shelves
Dusty floors rise up
to greet customers,
prices haphazardly hung
next to sold items
collateral damage is evaluated.
The broom in the corner's broken,
and the freezer's warm to
the touch (on the inside)
Desolate winds blow across
civilization's last stand.
grey & brown & red & empty
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