wardies

By wardies

and then it was all gone

The last have left. They had taken everything. The boxes were empty , the paint pots have gone. The frame was too heavy to carry; the rest was left.

On Monday the diggers arrive and the ground will shake.

And then no one will remenber what it was like before.

No tears , no fear, no memory, all gone.

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