Harper Darnell
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life
Streets are lined with abandoned homes,
like skeleton bones the homes are bare...nothings there,
Grass in the field grows tall, like a fortress... a wall,
Making it easy for the junkies to hide,making it hard for the man with pride to walk the streets.
Children play in those same fields, children play in those same homes,and like skin falling from dead bones,the children they disappear, and the man with pride, looks out of his window...in fear.
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