fifty seven : that house again

the house resounds with a prickle prickle
unspoke judge be farther found
off walls off walks off into the moonlight

you will soon turn into mold and dust
green plants puffing pulling it down

for now it sits empty
white shell a crock of developers bargain
doing nothing for us at all

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