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Apr 2017
The house stands open
to the weather.
Walls cracked;
roof collapsing
A mildewed teddy bear moulders
in the crumbling fireplace.
Woodwormed floorboards;
rotting stairs.
Glass in the windows shattered
like broken dreams
And everywhere the sour smell
of decay and lost ambition.
Is it better to have aspirations that you don't meet or .....
Garry
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Garry  55/M/UK
(55/M/UK)   
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