LANDAYS FOR AUGUST

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Empty streets where their names fade,
Ghosts of laughter, memories once laid.

Once alive with vibrant sounds,
now just silence and empty grounds.

Fading signs and our crumbling walls,
whispers of life’s inner curfew calls.

Where the flowing river danced with light,
Now that sun set? A new moon swallows night.

Maps erased, a vacant space,
Seizures forget each tender place.

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