Ruins
There will aways be ruins
Love and pain are tangible
theres scars to be felt by our fingertips , maps to our sacred innermost places
the altars we built there
There will always be ruins, remnants of life
Pictures become vessels to transport those left behind ,small houses for memories
A time before the collapse
Where we all become drunk on Nostalgia
There will always be ruins
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