They stood like orphans unspoken for desolate empty eyes searching needing bleeding sap filled hope, but we move past them See past those rooftops with the tops down with fireplace bricks and insulation peppering the landscape next to half eaten sandwiches and yesterday's headlines this was once a cul decsac where open armed innocence bantered kicked balls now, its just a landscape kicked This is the aftermath and what storms create |
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