Abandoned Factory

Everything decays
Everything dies away
The brown brick is sick 
The trees are throwing up
From the cylinder blocks in the old, rusty shack
To the dark windows of a building burned from within
The walls have holes
The sidewalk is chipped
The yard is overgrown with weeds
That car hasn't been used in months
The silos have rusted over
The fence around it has fallen over and is sinking into the ground
People who walk by carry tremendous fat in their thighs
Wires that haven't been managed in years
At the tallest of the building
A window looks out on the scene
As if someone had pushed it open
I look but no one appears in the window


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