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empty and abandoned, the house sits alone quietly pondering the flowers that grow in the cracked floorboards rickety and tired, the house sits alone swaying with the wind that rocks the nearby dogwood moldy and stale, the house sits alone admiring the beauty of the sound of the rain abandoned and empty, the house sits alone quietly pondering if there were ever to be any more visitors at all.
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 2:35 AM UTC
vacant
empty and abandoned, the house sits alone quietly pondering the flowers that grow in the cracked floorboards rickety and tired, the house sits alone swaying with the wind that rocks the nearby dogwood moldy and stale, the house sits alone admiring the beauty of the sound of the rain abandoned and empty, the house sits alone quietly pondering if there were ever to be any more visitors at all.
#house#alone#vacant#abandoned#empty#nature#cracked#lonely#beauty#rain
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17/Agender
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 2:35 AM UTC
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