November 22, 2009
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Hello beauty,
you're old and I know you are tired.
Your steps are worn, but see no feet.
My dear, you are abandoned.
Through and through the moss will grow,
what's made by man is sure to fail.
Nature's power,
and it's will,
is so much more.
We jump the fence to see you,
No one comes 'round here any more.
Your spaces are empty, paint chipping,
but I'm here.
To be honest,
I'm afraid of you. I'm afraid of what might happen.
The past is too much to handle,
three lost here,
and the instability that was held behind these walls.
You're empty, but there are memories.
It is your beauty that I capture,
I'll hold them until the photograph fades into nothing.
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