It creeps up the brick
Ever reaching for the sky
Sprouting from
A mere crack in the concrete
It continues to grow
To cling to the red stones
Time passes and its leaves
Now cover the windows
No one has lived there in years
So it doesn’t really matter
It stretches its vines
Swallowing the building slowly
One day you will hardly recognize
The place it once was
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