Out somewhere in the smoke and ruins.
Individuals walking down roads not to be seen again.
Dreams and expectations that cannot be realized.
People who will never be touched by the glint of day.
As real as the solemn hills tagged by death. Alone in
a world you can be forgotten. Just lost or abandoned
being banned from a happy existence. The sun sets
on their life for the final time.
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Author:
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