The Streets of Alone

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Rust paves the streets of Alone,

Chances have fled with the sun.

Dreams lie entombed in stone.


Empty shoes and barefoot memories groan,

Companions to a neighborhood of one

Rust paves the streets of Alone.


Silver horns and bagpipes drone

Love departs, its bright journeys unrun,

Dreams lie entombed in stone.


Salty rain drenches Nature's bones,

Picnics and tea parties by water undone

Rust paves the streets of Alone.


Dim lamps light inky flights flown

Above battered, disassembled guns.

Dreams lie entombed in stone.


Flickering ghosts deceive with forceful tone.

Dead leaves drift, raked by none.

Rust paves the streets of Alone.

Dreams lie entombed in stone.


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