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Jul 2020
This derelict mansion
My soul
And its worn fine embroidered
Green silk and
Once charming blinds
In tatters
Tatters I tell you

What say you
You and I
Hunt forgotten treasure
Here,
In long winding
Once bourgeoisie
Halls
Red carpeted halls
Of misdirection

Hunt treasure here
Perhaps pearls were once
Unstrung suddenly
As rough hand
Skipped its catch
And the beauty of pearls
Slipped and had scattered
Just rolled off and away from
Her smile

Just rolled away
And a tear
Like crystalline
Of little self
Was all there could be left
To shine him away

Derelict mansion
Of soul
Of little self
And forgotten treasure
Torments
Like howling caving walls
And floors sinking in
Like memories
Of torrential
Musty moisture
Grow into them
And show like dark faces
In screaming silence

Show like howling emblem
Mid seething anthem
To a shabby state
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Jennifer McCurry
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Jennifer McCurry  46/F/Arkansas, USA
(46/F/Arkansas, USA)   
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