the doors stand neatly
nesting resting sleeping
keeping time with 
echoes of the last bell.
the halls to walls
and ceilings look down
on rarely scuffed
floors as well.
flow has slowed and the 
body bends low and
sleeps restlessly-
an empty shell.

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