The markA Poem by SorenScratched the spot paint fell, nail head rusted Pulled the the spike the nail busted Drove another, wood gave way Hole grew bigger, now a surgical display Beam rotted, chewed by time's teeth Leaving beneath an empty pulpy sheath A wall disrobed, naked and bare Skeleton decayed, bones to tear Corrupted column revealed a bad tooth When pulled, down came the roof
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