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May 2015
Crimson light was gone as love fade to none
Purple teardrops drown the buildings
As the echo of eerie voices
starting to appear
Bridges were torn
Everything was washed,
leaving nothing but forlorn
No footsteps come at night
Only the phantom of loneliness that cries

‘I need to get out,' she said.

*‘This city... it's dead.’
Adele
Written by
Adele  BCD, PH-YYZ, CA
(BCD, PH-YYZ, CA)   
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