I never thought I'd see you here
     among the broken glass
     and windowless rooms.
I've wandered through this house
     for a while now.
Occasionally stamping my feet to
     see how much dust I could
     kick up,
other times crashing on a couch only
     to wake to someone trying to
     steal my shoes.
So.  What are you doing here?
I guess it doesn't matter.
Stay out of the closets though.
There are bats in there,
     and they bite hard.
See how swollen my arm is?
Well, I'll see you around.
I want that easy chair over there
    before someone else grabs it.

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