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80 lines
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title = "Poem: Abandoned."
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Abandoned.
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There once was a plot of land
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And two different people.
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No connection, no relation;
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Neither materials nor creation.
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The only building being air.
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Time had other ideas.
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Somehow, sticks and mortar?
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Enough for a hut or sculpture.
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Something was built (hard to classify).
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It was fragile and meek; plenty to hide.
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Creation was tried.
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Yet came steel and brick!
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Development had begun. Walls becoming thick.
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It wasn't pretty; without colour or light.
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Sturdy at least... trustworthy?
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Clearly missing glass: no modern transparency.
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Glass? It was a miracle.
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Materials flooded in, each part of the puzzle.
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Almost complete: a house upon this plot.
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It looked nice. It was also remote;
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No other buildings at all close.
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Creak, twist. Shatter, crack!
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Seemed like things went too far.
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Not enough support, things fell apart.
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The structure itself remained...
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Glass was surely strained.
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What was to be done?
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Nothing... for a while.
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The two people took a break:
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First travelled, and then built with others,
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Second meandered and hoped to smother.
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The only building being empty.
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Then a solution;
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Stronger glass with one little addition
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It goes from clear to black, black to clear
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As either wants it to appear.
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Construction restarted.
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With the repairs complete the house was done.
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Not a house for living, but a house for fun.
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Was it ever? No... it was often dim.
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The magic glass was set too dark.
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Better than fallen apart?
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Time had other ideas.
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Life progressed and things improved,
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Until it was put to a stop.
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The plot of land was up for sale:
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The creation to be abandoned
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And materials soon non-real.
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Each grabbed a fraction...
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With hopes that things could further?
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Little creation, little relation,
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Reduced materials, reduced connection.
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The only building overgrown and abandoned.
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So here we stand... distant.
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With no building or structure;
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No place for development.
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Not all is lost - but it does seem bleak.
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Will two people stay in sync?
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