Nestled back
on the cul-de-sac
within the jungled yard
In disrepair
sitting there
Showing all your scars
Left alone
Just boards and bone
Speak of your neglect
Shadowed Debris
From your last lessee
Your banshee dialect
Tiptoe approach
Tenderly encroach
Upon your property
The right touch
A friendly crutch
To lift this poverty
Skeletal remains
framework veins
Weighted in their silence
Times erosion
Your eclosion
Birthed from gall defiance
I'll restore this wood
Back to good
Preserving stories within
Robin Hood pieces
My extraction increases
Patches of woven skin
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC
Nestled back
on the cul-de-sac
within the jungled yard
In disrepair
sitting there
Showing all your scars
Left alone
Just boards and bone
Speak of your neglect
Shadowed Debris
From your last lessee
Your banshee dialect
Tiptoe approach
Tenderly encroach
Upon your property
The right touch
A friendly crutch
To lift this poverty
Skeletal remains
framework veins
Weighted in their silence
Times erosion
Your eclosion
Birthed from gall defiance
I'll restore this wood
Back to good
Preserving stories within
Robin Hood pieces
My extraction increases
Patches of woven skin
unfinished
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