Desolate
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MatureOngoing17m
Last published Mon, Dec 28, 2020
There once was a home, a nice, and friendly place to roam. It seemed to be more vacant than occupied and always left alone. Who would of known or realized I'm all on my own. While spider webs and roaches invade the telephone. Empty cups some glass and the rest appear styrofoam. You say one word here and it sounds like a high school megaphone. The walls crackle and pop like aching bones. The fireplace is out of wood surrounded by safety cones. The chimney talks at night with echos haunting you like student loans. Even the rodents are curious and adventurous like Sherlock Holmes. Flipping, fighting, and running the wild like Indiana Jones. Welcome to a desolate end are you a foe or friend. I guess going the wrong way in life has become a trend. Be wise, be careful, and be ye separate this world is not your friend.
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