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Looking outside my window,

through the downpour of rain drops 

I could still make out the boarded up building where they used to play.

There used to be an energy around that place,

a surge of excitement and joy

Now, there is only shards of broken glass and  grafitti.

The bright greens, reds, and purples sprayed across the old walls 

Now, the only movement is a young man.

Leaning in the corner, surrounded by a blanket of smoke.

And I wonder where they are now, the children, 

but all that remains is the boarded up building

where they used to play.