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Sep 2014
Beneath the streets we crawl
In the places,
That no others follow
We are
Forgotten,
Rejected,
Lost
Souls of above, now below,
Places lost to memory
Time has moved on,
These hidden places
We all call home,
We are rulers of the underground
Never do we ascend
The safety of number
We are keepers
For light does leak below
Fluorescent from a time long ago
Stations,
Trains,
Rails,
That sink deeper out of thought
Are place is a wonder land
Of tunnels and wonder
To behold,
We hide,
So never to be found
We are the lost,
We are forgotten,
Rejected by those up above
We are those lost below,
Who have found a place to call home.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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