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Hoarded House

3/2/17 Molded ceilings With the paint peeling Revealing Something unappealing A building long forgotten and forlorn Rotted floorboards Broken and torn doors In a bad condition and poor form Large amounts Of trash strewn about All throughout The house Due to weathering, bad habits and tendencies No longer sitting steadily Foundation in jeopardy and the whole structures integrity From an accident that happened chemically By the incorrect use of chemistry All around the ground grime and filth Many different types of liquids spilt Left there with little if any kind of guilt Most of the fence is bent Regardless of the intent and no harm being meant It all left quite the hefty dent Such a pungent smell, without a mask, you could not adjust The whole entire place riddled with dust And far too much junk and "stuff" Stored improperly collecting rust Just about on the cusp Of falling completly apart in a way that is abrupt A path was taken And the damage changed it Leaving it dilapidated No longer accessible, but at one point it had a basement By: Dalton Ogletree

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Date: 6/27/2022 7:23:00 AM
Speaks of a sad place... so much emotion and imagery. Powerful. Ann
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Dalton Ogletree
Date: 6/30/2022 6:59:00 PM
Thank you Ann. I tend to write dark and sad. Anyway, take care!

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