ghost towns...

in days that long since lost their prime
layer on layer of deceitful grime
left their hearts tarnished by better times

all hung out to bleach in the desert winds 

ripped and torn unable to mend

rusty nails shred memories to the end

lives now just barren ghost towns

where light and love once abound

ain't nothin' left to be found

on this infertile wretched ground

can't even the gods revive

neither'a them wasted lives

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