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Then and Now
To think something that was once a fresh cut field is now a darkening wasteland
But I speak not of the country.
The sky grazing buildings now lay in ruin as rubble, no beauty just destruction
But I speak not of the city.
Pearly gates left to rust and decay, no gold in sight only emptiness and shadows
But I speak not of heaven.
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Thank you :) really
Thank you :) really appreciate it
Delightful
ingenious write. Loved this.