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Sowed a broken blue ocean with old wire hands.
Found in vacant lots the lonely shells of flowered plans.
Outside there for nothing.
Wives and lovers in ageless sorrow.
On now to the wasted rooms and gardens and stricken yards.
Sight now changing.
Sorrow building.
Light now leaving.
Our lives ending.
