She's still asking
More curious than
A clueless child,
She a tourist
Through my city
Of lonesome pain,
Shall I tell her
The truth behind
The vision?
Set off all the charges
And let all that
Remains,
Come to light;
The skeletons of
A dream built
In haste,
Awaiting her
Who never arrived,
Who couldn't
Board my hopes
That we would be
What I wished
And yearned for,
Empty aqueducts
Of dried up tears,
Hollow streets
With seashell
Echoes of my
Desperation,
Ghost town
Of my heart...
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