Uninhabited Urban Castle 

They talked of dripping stone walls tagged with beautiful art, of high fences and no-trespassing signs, of dark dungeons hidden inside the belly of an uninhabited urban castle. Creaking of rafters and the howl of the wind through broken windows, this place is an ancient ruin that deeply feels what I am thinking; the weather beaten concrete understands me well, I am a ruin myself, wandering among ruins. 


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