Love is slowly disappearing
Just like these old telephone wires
Twisting and receding to the
Places once called home
Disintegrating and ruined
Where the grass is not cut
And ivy creeps
Where the streetlights hang in limbo
Hand in hand we turn away
Refusing to look at each others face.
-m.a.b.
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