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  • Karina Lew

Love Lost

From a distance everything look right

rides moving, music blasting.

Stepping closer

you smell freshly popped uneaten popcorn,

See untouched plated full of food.

Feel the loss of happiness,

The emptiness.

Rides are silently traveling

down their tracks.

No screams. No terror.

The kids area is empty of giggles

The innocence lost

with the music still blasting,

reminding you of time.

Gates are closed,

with an open sign still up

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