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This soulless husk is all that remains, Of what was once so proud and strong, For she would sail upon high waters, And bellow joy within her song.
If our hearts were flown on paper planes, Would they soar among the clouds. Or would they falter, flail and break, And crash towards the ground.
A hush in the night, Soft words of promise; Broken. Tear tracks on pale skin, A tremble in paler hands; Heartbreak. Soft words turn harder, Voices arising; Temper a flutter.
"We shouldn't be here!" I tried to protest, yet my voice was swallowed by giggles. You just smiled, and tugged on my hand to help me through the gaping hole in the iron fence.
The streets were full to bursting with people: tourists, locals, businessmen; all going about their daily lives.