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[12gaxmakeover]

the city is quiet
as this wind whips it cold fingers threw your hair
as i walk it feels as if everything is moving
backward

the icy stares
the whispers
the hope for more
and their fear to move forward

i am a fool
this broken land harvests the damned
my words cut short
what am i to say

its not my place
i have a shovel
its not my world
but i have a shovel