First time putting a poem I wrote on here. Be gentle

The whistling wind surrounds the old,
Forgotten house
The paint is chipped
The wallpaper faded
And the windows cracked

Black and white memories
Lie within the walls
Of the old, forgotten house
Whose grass is yellow
and trees dying

A coffee table with a broken leg
Holds a dusty vase and its drooping flower
In the old, forgotten house
Whose air is most
and carpet soiled

Now a secluded house
Children run from it
Rumors soar about it
And no one knows the truth
About the old, forgotten house
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Pretty sure women can masturbate too....

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