Precious little

I’ve got precious little left in me
too much haunted for you to see
a house abandoned years ago
the wood all molded from the snow
broken windows eyes unclean
cannot speak to shame
just speak to dream
sing of all that once had been
precious little time that is
too much broken too much dead
shattered in the molded shed
a manor once never again
I’ve got precious left to give

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