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Tattered and torn the curtains sway in the wind The old boards moan and creak, cobwebs with forgotten meals Images of times long past, with fresh paint and loving care How beautiful the past, way back when Now, its pain so evident that it saddens The old boards still retain potential for greatness In the cracked and broken windows of the old abandoned house, I see my reflection
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May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 5:03 AM UTC
The House in the Woods
Tattered and torn the curtains sway in the wind The old boards moan and creak, cobwebs with forgotten meals Images of times long past, with fresh paint and loving care How beautiful the past, way back when Now, its pain so evident that it saddens The old boards still retain potential for greatness In the cracked and broken windows of the old abandoned house, I see my reflection
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May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 5:03 AM UTC
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