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Dec 2014
Thud drip thud drip thud drip
The plaster chips bulges and rips
Tears chunks and moistened bits
From the edges to the other tips
Crumbling as if this is it
Those creaky bits no longer fit
Bent the metal frames till they are ****
Thud drip thud drip thud drip
I cannot sleep through
Even with a pillow crushing my ears
I can still hear what I fear
The house is coming apart
Just like me it will all disappear
Written by
Graff1980  39/M/Litchfield Illinois
(39/M/Litchfield Illinois)   
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