Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Bourn In Thick Coats

Mold growing against the walls,
Its starting to shake, starting to fall..

Left for too long and soaked beneath pipes and drains

No where left for water to flow.
No where safe left to stand.

Surrounded, producing poison casts its ways ahead.


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