Dark shadows underneath those

frosty blue eyes,

smudged with jet black mascara

from a long, hollow night.

The wind blows relentlessly,

the world is still asleep as you

trudge the streets that

once was safe.

That once held a beautiful key to a

hopeful future. 


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