Motionless

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Time stood still
While all the tears of this town have been cried to a
Grief stricken wetland
And orbital agonies.
Eyes sore in their sockets
Home to light so dim,
It’s almost dead.
There are candles burnt out in there
Nearly alive.
Bodies running on ashes
Rather than oil,
Rhythmically inhaling- exhaling
Pain.
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