napowrimo day 8
by ~MereshaCrewerbehind forestwork, the dusty silhouette of a building with no walls--
its numbers are crooked
its angles are cursed--
a dismal monotone slowly eaten by the forest roots
while its construction cringes on the eidolic
nature, cursing its birth. "I have no eigenvalue--
buildings have no characteristic roots-- My eighter
companions have since crumbled-- I am a bastard eigne."











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If you can't say anything nice, then at least have the decency to be witty.