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Rust stained memories
echo in the creaking of abandoned steel.
Wheels of felicity that never turned
against the backdrop of somber skies
weep tears of bitter fates
stillness...
silence...
gravestones of haunted days
reminding us of what can be lost
by hands that hold too little care.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb
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