Deadlands
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Category : Poems
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I have created this magnificent wasteland, where dreams are broken and hope died in the sand. A river of tears that seldom flows, dead oasis where nothing grows. Mountains of envy, deserts of pain, nothing ever blooms, even after the rain. This place used to be fertile, where the mind could thrive. Now it's so desolate, nothing survives.-samhudson
