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No sand or tumbleweeds fill the street, neither rotten boards nor busted concrete. Cats won’t roam and children don’t play amongst the structures now in decay. It’s silent here; there’s no new poems, no photographs sparkle, no music roams, and like those ghosts towns in the West, someone else’s blog has gone to its rest.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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