Ruins by loud valley

Last night in my dreams there was such a flood it washed over the city with its toxic blood. I wonder if there are others still wandering the streets. It's a mystery the way brain betrays the thoughts i have when I sleep. Every morning I can't tell if I am just stuck inside my head...... All the faceless children watching anxiously with their thoughts of air and with their tongues of keys. I wonder if there are others still wandering the street. As I grow older I get more calluses to hold the strings. Just faded memories. Just faded memories of an eternal spring. On march first it snowed and everything was white and glowing.

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