Ever Green
Ruined house,
the roof sitting,
on the floor.
The sky dark,
the chimney looming,
surrounded by-
ever green.
The taping rain.
The thick brush.
Creepying back.
Ever green,
pounding rain,
black skys-
as wet wood,
begins to rot.
The roof,
sitting on the floor,
enclosed and decaying.
Of the ruined house.
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