Groaning shambles
On my rambles
Passing ghosts
Of long lost gambles.
Sighing breezes
Worn with wheezes
Rip my hair
With weakened seizes.
Crumbling cities
Drowned in pity
Speckling maps
All gray and gritty.
Haunted places
Empty faces
All my walks
Through barren spaces.
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