i stop by rotting house, roof cave in
windows hanging by hinges, broken
glass, grass outgrow the yard, fence
knock down, no sign of the living
they must have abandon this home
mango tree is bending with fruits
i push the gate door, i heared creeks
cobblestone walkways is grass covered
a fallen sign reads ' danger no tresspassing'
buried in a pile of bermuda grass, soak
i used to play with a kid growing up here
many years ago, i jumped from that window
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