My original poetry :Hopeless

The lampposts of the city know
How the city is decaying,
With frustration and remorse in the chest.
It will have to live a few more days.
It lasts from morning to evening
Corrosion reactions.
In the heart of this city lies the desert,
Every morning brings bad news.
Throughout each manuscript
I saw so much pain,
The author's manuscript remains unpublished.

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There is a long way to go
Must go to the specific goal,
Many arrangements may fail,
A little carelessness, a little against the rules.
It was almost evening and there was more way to go
There is no time to stand.

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