A place holds memories

Of all who came before

Of the one who built its walls

To the last to lock its doors;

It’s the layers of the people

And all the memories they’ve made

That live on forever

In the places, they have stayed;

It’s what makes you think

If only these walls could talk

Imagine all the secrets

And mysteries they’d unlock;

Instead we pass down stories

Of the heroic and the hexed

And continue to add new layers

Knowing our story is told next


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