PROJECT REBUILD


PREVIOUS TENANTS

Too many failed attempts at Beauty, nothing

to declare, but waste. 

A family on a mortgage with little left for food.

Why would I want to live on earth with so little reserve cash?

How can I look at my half starved family?

To be, to be without living in a rat-infested house,

all those glittering glass plates with no food to fill it.

Connoisseurs want sheets and surfaces never unfolding the truth.

However, this time further east, with feeling, hope and respect.

rylea

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