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Abandoned HousesGlimpsed before they were salted with dusk, each like a deserted scene from Chernobyl or Three-Mile Island: breakfast tables abandoned, family photos left behind, jackets still hanging on the backs of chairs.Abandoned Houses
Cutlery slowly fossilising, turning the colour
of anchovies. Their undissovable memories
chirp like Geiger counters when the street
is silent, unspooling household wiring.
Sometimes you might see patches
of dandelions in the front gardens bend,
as if in the presence of breath.
a n d l o o k a t a l l t h e b e c a u s e t h e y a r e t r u l y l o v e l y |

by £deviantWEAR
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emma: go here [link] unless you want your teeth drilled out of your head by Dr. Berkovit... lol jk but you should look at my art
dr. berkovit: aww... you weren't serious?
emma: sorry dr. b... maybe next time
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