dead places,
hidden among the rain soaked fields,
call out like long lost friends,
searching for days gone by,
and empty roads
never traveled;
grand plans,
big ideas,
so much lost on the way,
in this desolate wilderness
called home;
it scares them to know,
someone sees through their masks,
their charades,
they grow uneasy,
when they see themselves
through the eyes of another,
tossing and turning,
generating huge ocean waves,
among the tranquil seas;
fools;
playing foolish games
with deadly consequences,
children lost in chaos
and hopeless jungle forests;
dead places
know.
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