As I chalked the years ago, I wondered what did pass. Could it be goodness in the mansion yards of dreams or darkness, did it loom? As the towers fall, the vines did wrap around my mind, my thoughts, of flowers or faults. Was violence or love hidden within the growth so strong? My chalk, as sketched, what did pass, beneath the growth, around the poles, throughout the mansions path?
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