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Harrison County
like pictures of old houses,
once lived in,
and once loved,
we stand, silently,
almost black and white.
i can hear the wind,
as it trails, ghostly,
through the broken windows,
that are our eyes.
when did time,
claim possession of us?
has it been so long,
and seemingly,
such a short amount of time,
that has caused such a ruin?
but perhaps,
ruin isn't the right word,
after all.
for the sake of treasuring,
call them sacred remnants,
relics of an era,
filled with nights,
longer than days,
just a vestige,
but a homage,
to bonds stronger,
than wood and nails,
shingles and tar,
covering skeletons,
of those old houses.

By southernblood

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