A Torrid Love AffairHEARTS ARE LIKE A PUZZLE AND LOVE IS LIKE THE PIECES TOGETHER THEY MAKE SOMETHING APART THEY ARE NOTHINGA Torrid Love Affair
This Cities a GhostThis cities a cold ghost of what it once was Ruined and wrecked the buildings seem to Touch the sky and bend over to look at its Living tourist With a pained expression In their cracked dark window panes Every crumpled paper that litters the rough Earth reads of the ruins of a once vibrant world. The doors flung open to the empty rusted cars that scatter the streets. The chilling wind sends the cold running down the bumps of your spinal cord In the faint distant you hear the bellowing moans of the new residents They seem to scream out your name in agony that oThis Cities a Ghost
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Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.
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