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kerravonsenThe empty corridors
echo hollowly.
Papers, yellowed and curled
held up by thumbtacks,
or scattered, fallen,
hold faded sketches.
Oblivious bots
scuttle up and down the hallways
spitting out their automated notices
unaware
that the humans are gone,
all but a handful
who hopefully call "Hello?"
and then say nothing more.
echo hollowly.
Papers, yellowed and curled
held up by thumbtacks,
or scattered, fallen,
hold faded sketches.
Oblivious bots
scuttle up and down the hallways
spitting out their automated notices
unaware
that the humans are gone,
all but a handful
who hopefully call "Hello?"
and then say nothing more.
