In starved, parched lands,
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.the living are forced to escape unforgiving heat of day...
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.buried in the dark depths below matted jungles of
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.wind torn dead and discarded.
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.Only the tracks of night crossings offer evidence of life in the desolate ghost-towns of light.
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1 comment:
I always thought it was cigarette butts being blown around by the wind that caused those tracks!
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