PROJECT REBUILD


PREVIOUS TENANTS

Beauty is nothing.

A family lives on earth with glittering glass plates.


With no food to fill it.

A car hugs the curb.

With no gas to fill it.

The lights flicker from the chandelier above.

No one gets up to fix it, there's no bulb to fix it.

Outside, the rain speaks up

Tapping the windows ever so gently.

It's honest, 
about the glittering glass plates with no food to fill it.


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