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My Body is a Listed Building

My Body is a Listed Building

 Archaic and outdated
Underused and overstated
My body is a listed building

Rusting and corroding
Dusty and crumbling
My body is a listed building

No visitors and no sale
No renovation and no change
My body is a listed building

Time withers everything in time
But this is withering without time
My body is a listed building

My body is a listed building
No hope of ever fulfilling
The potential in the bricks
No attractive features
My body is a listed building

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