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Sep. 27th, 2009 | 01:31 am

We line our cities with trash, paving them with blood and leftover ashes.

Where are the cities that live
like my body breathes for you.
Where are the cities that cry
like the rain that never seems to stop.
Where are the cities where
no one is hidden, no one lost, and
Everyone feels like your friend.

They went down in a tempest.
They are swallowed up in sorrow.

We have lit one fire too many to put out and the cloud of our demise chokes even those already in heaven and we climb up the dirty plume like ants to collect the only honey left.

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