American Bauhaus
Surrounded by peeling wallpaper
it’s a picture of provocation;
These holes tended to terrify her.
Spots that need so much renovation
must be rebuilt right down to the core;
There’s happiness in new construction.
You’ve got an idea what’s in store,
once the soul is restored to this house;
An antique knob attached to the door.
Enough beauty to instantly rouse
a blend called American Bauhaus.
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