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The Last House
There you stand, as you have stood
So many times before - so many times yet?
The world passes you by;
Your neighbours have felt the warm embrace
Of Man's turn of fancy, his ever growing need to improve and reclaim,
Have succumbed to a fate more palatable to our sentimental whims
Than your current state of grim separation.
There you stand, a witness to our greatest fear,
A symbol of the desperate state of dereliction
We all feel creeping, like the ivy on your crumbling walls,
Upon our own too pliable facade.
We shudder at your lonely station upon that ...