The city sleeps and leaves
behind a man trailing hopelessly behind the path of dreams.
The heart ruptured and love ebbs
slowly, along with all the tenderness in its bleeding veins.
The soldier felled at last and gasps
for his last breath as his blue sky fades into red.
Forgotten is the warmth of clutching his favorite ragdoll by his heart.
Arid is the landscape of a barren field whose white daisies withered.
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