Midnight Desolation
by Jean Mishra
Desolation tumbles down a midnight road
Scraping, searing alley walls
Marks like howling trails of tears
While unsuspecting slumbering drones and bones
Cascade through evanescent halls
Dreams steaming, searching seeking always peeking
Through mysterious portal keyholes plunging
Destiny never known
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