Ultimately the facade was defaced in ivy
That ate the lead paint chips
In soggy relish just down the blvd on rye
As decadent decades deformulate
Sending ultimatums repurposed in roses
Whose thorns made epitomy a razor
Under swordfern
-soft dogshit shadows,
Ultimately the wuthering heights weathered
Ladders smellnotof rosy gallops
Teetered toward taught layers leadpaned academics
Scabbed in leagues of creepy ivy
The facade faced suns other music
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