Those Boards At Number 7 (2006-2009)
Gone, all gone,
Are these, those things.
That I took ownership,
Lay with love and hope.
My bricks and windows.
Those 'men' of the board,
They lay their wood,
and said:
''No more''.
Property of mine,
Each crumb made, warmly placed.
Each smudge of cement.
Each crevice;
A thought, moment,dream.
Destroyed, broken.
One single blow.
Oops a daisy,
All gone!
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