Having excavated my way to the porch, I discovered someone had allowed a desk to return to nature. Not clear how it decomposed faster than the Christmas tree.
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Oh my look at those eyes, look at the trouble that they hide inside. See the flicker of pain on the rise. Oh my look at those eyes. Maybe they're like mine, things I wish I did not see. Push away all the dirt and debris, what will be left of me? -- Alexz Johnson, Look at Those Eyes