You've often passed by
    never glancing my way
        without a second thought

often i've wondered
    why no one notices me
        i don't blend in at all

alone you walk searching
    for a place you can stay
        my homely walls seem uninviting

I left my door ajar
    will you notice as you pass?
        again you round the bend

at last you see my shadowy form
    and enter looking for solstice
        welcome to the last resort.

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