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Oct 2014
Stone home....

October 13, 2011 at 11:45am

Broken walls crumbling pounds of rock...

That doesn't seem to stop..

cracking...

breaking....

This use to be a beautiful thing...

Where joyous souls would sing...

but now its just crumbling...

rotting...

Vines that once supported the beauty...

Now have consumed it entirely...

envading..

counsuming...

The gray blocks of stone...

that once was a home...

But now its just nothing...

decaying...

Emptiness that once was full...

of life, passion, fule...

living....

breathing...

Things that have been forgotten..

By this home that has rotten...

Slowly in time fading...

dying...

The love that once held it strong...

With the glue of its good song...

supporting..

loving...

Now is just empty space...

Stone dying in place...

Can you imaging its great beginning..

(ending)......
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Written by
Quentin Briscoe
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   victoria
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