March 22, 2017
By , Kalispell, MT

There is a city,

from an eerily familiar past.

It echoes imprisonment

and croaks hollow laughter.

Don't try to visit, it doesn't exist.

But will come when your thoughts run.

It homes fears and chaos,

bitterness and regret.

It will cry out the inevitable

and lure you close.

Don't listen as it croons

for it preaches deceit.

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