The burnt building

The burnt building stood up for many years,

then came a family who took care of it like one of theres

it took miles to get up the stairs

but they,

made the burnt smell seem clean

made the black scars go away like a dream

and made a living out of steam.

its just temporary 

no matter how good they took care of the Prairie 

they wherent magical fairies.

The old burnt, but new building came down

the center aisle stood still with nothing else around

but the family of non-fairies knocked the test down.

This poem is about: 
Me

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