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Bungalows in Whit haven, Galapagos....

Just bland insipid opaque walling

 

uninspiring without toned definitions

 

soft spongy frothy carrying anemic lustre

 

layers easily bruised and prone to blemishes and sagging

 

glassed visors in various hues incisively ablaze with wants

 

and inside its not much different from external

 

furnishings spare and mostly structurally unsound

 

temperamental ambiance cold-cool yet warm to touch

 

craving notoriety and attention, loudly challenging in compensation

 

as foundations are inherently weak yet stands in malleable grandiosity

 

adverse to too much heat yet resplendent in enough sunshine

 

vacuous and airy with amplified audio and echoing facilities

 

though content and range always lacking in real truth substance

 

Bungalows short of a brick, built on mud, foundation not strong

 

Readily prone to quakes, husky, hollow, flaky, generally unsound

 

homogenized, common, unsubstantiated and extremely deceiving

 

Never good investments, these properties will rob you and ruin you

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M / London
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Oct 26, 2019
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