the ragged edges
of the country lie along
the rail tracks.
the abandoned houses
and factories.
the rusted
cars and trucks, machinery.
the skeletons
of buildings stare back
at you
at a fast pace.
everything looks old
and dirty.
the world seems
without hope.
there is despair in every window.
who could live
there you think with guilt
as you head
to your home.
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