It was every ambition, to pry apart our ribs,
cease our little frantic hearts, venture inside
the abandoned warehouse, and test ourselves
as young adults, with no fear of the dark and forgotten.

It’s gone now. Not a week ago,
some building demolition team
plowed the thing into the ground
and set up a mini-mart
that stays open after midnight.

I go in for milk and bread sometimes.

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