Closed Lines
Brightness fading
Time takes its toll
Green encroaches the outer shell
Putrid smells clouding heads
Weak and beaten
Lifeless and broken
Structure deteriorating
One last adventure
A final memory
Boxes waiting to be filled
A final resting place
Copyright © Bri Smith | Year Posted 2013
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