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This Island is dead.
It's taken its last breath
In the form of the last wind
Bringing unknown traces of other civilizations.
It's closed its eyes forever
No longer seeing the outside world
She leaped from the dirt covered alleys
To the asphalt paved roadways
Leaving behind her
A distant memory of poverty
And entering
A world of opportunity
It was a long and grueling 8 years
