Miss Rust 
by Martina Rimbaldo 

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On an withered  ivy  decorated gates,  Miss Rust ,unexpected ,unwelcomed guest 

Came to visit, declared the past on the portcullises made of iron 

While within the  gates , vague God's arce cadavers rest .

Within the castle their avets haunt faded portraits

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