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May 2017
there was an old building
wooden and decrepit
filled with secrets that the children
traded in.

now it's smoothed over.
casted concrete or something similar.
it's the ghost of a house that's gone.
it's eerie how it's inviting.
It's eerie how it's inviting.
but now it's missing.
Oskar Erikson
Written by
Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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   Mary-Rose H
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