metropolisA Poem by glassdolly
mountains cast in iron and stone
tattered and broken like brittle bone the lights are off the citys dead just empty streets where cars once sped the jungle starts to make its mark the future here looks very stark towers built on brick and glass things that were not meant to last
© 2012 glassdollyAuthor's Note
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Added on September 4, 2012 Last Updated on October 12, 2012 Author
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