Tidied up, upped
Of defilement corrupt
Up 'til now, figuring out upset
A town be fond of
Never flicker hereof
The once blast town improv
Of long time past over
Its forgotten beat down cancer
Smashed breeze murmur
And blinked denizens
Arousing, breathing again, done
The beginning of fresh vibrations
© daniel miltz
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