Our Wins
Cracks in the sidewalks
Where we once walked
Vines growing up buildings
Where we once talked
Didn't see it coming
All occupied with wins
We will be saved
Forgiven of our sins
Vines hiding building windows
Rats scurry through open doors
And street cracks filled
With weeds
In front of long closed stores
Rabid Poet
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