The cold lonely night
Crept up on us as we walked
Through the abandoned building
Where once people had gathered
To serve the now idle machinery
Then I heard the sound
Of weeping as we passed
And in a corner of my eye
I saw the girl with bloodied clothes
She looked up at me
Before she disappeared
From my sight.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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