This sinking city will not last another hour. Drunken escapades and those heart felt vandals.
The 'Everlost'.
She smelt of spirit,
Shown like white crystals.
Stopped at the border.
The last call
The last ride home.
Bright broken cities lay on the sidewalk.
Glass villages and roach infested kitchens.
Where morning light scatters.
No longer the silence.
No more accolades.
Barriers held tightly.
Wounds earned a chance to heal
and the gasping fight for normalcy
caught a breathe of life.
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