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Empty,
Thoughts with empty —
Dreams; never meant to inflict,
Such pain, no anxiety, hurt —
done unintentionally —
Not considering,
Empty.
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Bare streets,
Abandonment,
No one comes here, danger —
Lurks in sun’s zenith and night’s chill.
Lost lonely souls wander,
Hopeless; shifty —
Bare streets.
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Broken,
Boulevard with —
Dreams in smithereens; pieces —
Of what could’ve been, deserted.
Littered streets, none tread
Improvements left,
Broken.
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Why fix?
Somewhere no one —
Ventures? Bring beauty to —
Dank tenements abandoned?
Some people still live here,
Shuffling through,
Why Fix?
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Broken,
I can’t hull stones,
Nor restore past glories,
I’m no architect with dreams of —
Organic design where the
Forgotten dwell, blurry —
Eyed and hopeless,
Broken.
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Hope means,
Skilled developer,
Notes potential in ruins,
Will see masked brilliance beneath the —
Treachery; Boulevard —
Where someone sees,
Hope is.
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Anew,
I can’t remould,
Your splintered heart, pristine,
I can stitch the pieces together,
So in time, stitches fade,
Heart heals almost,
Anew,
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©Mamdibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.


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