hi! something new and sad as always. let me know what you think<3
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life in the city
Doesn't it just make you cry, the damage of it all?
Sure I'm sad over the famine and war,
But under the skin, there is a far more
Devastating thing present.
The blinking of traffic lights
And the
Old man in a
Wife
Beater
Trying to cross the street.
The bright
Blue house with all the
Blinds shut,
A solitary
Robin
Picking at a field,
Some teen skateboarding through traffic,
And two
Ashy, forgotten, stomped-on
Cigarettes.
Bullet holes in styrofoam deer and children
Playing detective with their dead grandfather's tool box.
Crumpled
Cardboard
Signs
With
God Bless
Written on them.
The world has already ended, we can not be mended again.
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