FollowThePath.
Trees natter above,
like old cheek pinching grannies.
Scared, lost in this wood.
.GloryDays.
Viaduct stands proud,
valley below hurting, in pain.
Still scarred from abuse.
.SoulRot.
Drizzling rain, damp
creeping to the rotting souls,
collapsed valley towns.
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