Stray
dream my dreams
LinesChalk lines on an empty street. Smudged by the trudging of feet. An outline of what used to be. A life carved out on cold concrete.Lines
Months pass and lines remain. Faded by sun and washed by rain. Questions unanswered on the breeze. Rustle leaves of ancient trees.
Time proceeds as the city forgets. Leaving behind tattered regrets. Whose echoes are so seldom heard, That their tale seems absurd.
A tale of a chalk lines in the street. Whose presence told of grim defeat. A tale now told by lack of sound. A tale whose ending was never found
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There are many ways to overcome evil and darkness besides having a good weapon or being too strong.
// X e n o //
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