Streets of Decay

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by William Troup

On the streets of decay, an awful face replays; mirrors cannot embrace a heart made of lace, whose words have effaced these weary votes replaced. Holes of despair have opened our souls; what once was grace is time replaced! On the streets of decay, a wasted minds remorse; anger cannot forget hollow words in bets, as times attrition sets in fleeting hearts regrets.