Gentrification dipped outta town.
Skipped this city's tracks.
Rubbled history- carried a cost
Of lackluster humanity lost ...
troubled souls
Lacked the allure...
Too far gone.
Too much effort.

It ALMOST seemed,

BLAND. Almost.

EERIE DORMANT WAS THE DERELICT LAND.
inhabited by ghosts of the one's who never made it out
Generations passed down screams
Of misguided rage.
Dreams arcane-
a nonexistent commodity
For their reality.
THE STRIDENT LACK OF MERRIMENT
THE Calm BEFORE. THE MORE.
quiet did quell and the spell
was broken then reawoken with the spoken
Dammits and bams.
PLATES FLEW AS THE VITRIOLIC INSULTS DID SPEW.
SHATTERED CERAMIC Woke
THE UNEASY
deciet disguised as peace
And THE REmiSS ENVIRONMENT
SHIFTED BACK
TOwarDS IT'S NATURAL STATE.
THE INDOLENT YOUTH
DESENSITIZED TO Being criticized.
HEARTS NEVER IMPRESSED WITH HARMONIC HANDS OF LOVE..

PROFANITY AND HAND ImpRINTED HUES OF BLACKs AND blues...
all they ever knew.
THEIR EXPRESSIONS REMAINED STEADFAST AND StoliD-

·STOCKPILING A COLLECTION OF HARROWING MEMORIES

FEET BLOODIED AS THEY TIDIED UP THE SHARDs

OF WORDS CARELESSLY FLuNG.
Living life.
Versions.
different.



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