Suddenly I find myself in an open wound parted,
That feels the coat of rain slowly descending,
A light that fades and slowly dims to the creases
Vanishes a faint spot of light that blinds me well,
Casts a vaccum in me that slowly grinds away,
There I found myself wandering through the road,
Of this new city, of this new, bleaked life
That blots a page from whence the ink can never fare,
Each way looked the same and never so changed,
But with miles walked these walls each had song,
They whispered quiet and littered strong:
These were the bricks laid by those long past,
And they had moved on, just as you from these.
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