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11h
Battered plaster,
shattered glass,
splintered rafters,
a crumbling mass.

You former home
of…who knows who?
who left to roam
away from you.

Now you stand
empty, broken
but look quite grand
in scars unspoken.
Inspired by this photo I took of an abandoned and crumbling ornate house in Potsdam: https://bsky.app/profile/jackgroundhog.bsky.social/post/3lg6fgwou4s24
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Jack Groundhog  53/M/Potsdam, Germany
(53/M/Potsdam, Germany)   
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