Walking in
The deserted town
With owls hooting
Their farewell
I feel like
I am the only person
Left in this place
Houses crumbling
In abandoned fields
With wilted flowers
And stray, hungry cats
The world
Has stopped spinning
Time is frozen in place
Yet I walk on
Only looking forward
They've spared me
To save themselves
And not feel
What it is
To be in a desert
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