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Harry Nov 2020
Twisted trunk sprouting
A cracked land of poisoned soil
Life peers curiously
Crawling up from a recluse beneath
Life will reclaim
Pierce Llanden May 2014
You were the few leaves of Ivy
That over grew onto the building
And I the willing building

You were the small speck of rust that
over took my smallish metal frame
Crippling me from allowing anyone else inside
And I the willing frame

You were the mold
that spread against my walls
infecting me
Causing me to be ‘Closed For Good’
but I allowed the spread
never doing anything to halt
the damaging process

I never had anything to offer you
But you still took everything I had
And after I was completely encased in You
You moved on
To see what other damage You could cause

— The End —