poems by Rachel Green
i love this dilapidated beauty- probably would miss it as i am one for the thumping music. thanks for taking me outside.
Dilapidated buildings fascinate me.
Beautifully translated into words.
Wonder what so erotic about it.
It's where we hold the Adult Clubs.
Is that a sawmill in the picture?I notice everything seems to be quite fenced in. With razor wire at that. Why?
It is a sawmill. There's a lot of petty crime in Chesterfield. All that wood would be gone in a flash.
Love love this one Rachel. Not surprised you went outside.
The view over the woodyard is fabulous.
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i love this dilapidated beauty- probably would miss it as i am one for the thumping music. thanks for taking me outside.
Dilapidated buildings fascinate me.
Beautifully translated into words.
Wonder what so erotic about it.
It's where we hold the Adult Clubs.
Is that a sawmill in the picture?
I notice everything seems to be quite fenced in. With razor wire at that. Why?
It is a sawmill. There's a lot of petty crime in Chesterfield. All that wood would be gone in a flash.
Love love this one Rachel. Not surprised you went outside.
The view over the woodyard is fabulous.
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