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Mold is flourishing underneath the drawers.
Garret Schuelke
SourceLicence:Public domain
Mold is flourishing underneath the drawers.
The poem is just three short lines, but it leaves a lot unsaid. It describes mold spreading under a set of drawers, somewhere hidden and rarely checked. Nothing else is given: no room, no person, no reaction. We only get the quiet fact of it.
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