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Mar 2013
Part I

Frayed curtains hanging at the broken windows
Mice knaw at the old musty books
On drab dusty shelves
On the cracked wallpaper walls
Threadbare rugs on the unpolished wooden floor
Which creaks and groans when stepped upon
Thick vines growing on the walls that bear
Cracked and ***** wallpaper
It's design faded from time
It's pattern cannot be seen for it is covered in dust
Dust so thick one could cough and sneeze
Paint chipped tables and rocking chairs
Which are now beyond repair
If sat on they could break
The stairway covered in hunter-green carpet
Is covered with shards and bits of glass
The cozy and warm feeling of this house is gone and dead
Just like the people whom once lived in this lonely house
They are burried just outside this house
Somewhere on the lawn
Where warped headstones stand tall and bent over
Where lichens grow over their names and dates
Some of them are unknown
Just like the soldier who was killed in battle
Died before he could come home
Killed by other soldiers who faught
In that sad and tragic war

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~Marian~
Marian
Written by
Marian  Faerieland and in my head
(Faerieland and in my head)   
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