they, who have loved this place
are long since gone
leaving behind, empty shells
hungry, moving freely around
many others, rush in daily
pouring in this overfilled void
and so many, eventually
seep underground
she welcomes all
to her still loving bosom
now poisonous with
the filth that surrounds
not anymore this is
the city of hearts
but of a lust for power
that knows no bounds
the poet laments
his eyes run dry
waiting for the time, when
what was lost, will be found

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