Silent Echoes at Halsted's Heart

In the city's embrace, a vibrant pulse once beat, A haven for hearts where the dusk would greet. Whispers fade into night, a sanctuary's sweet parting, Halsted's cherished pulse, now silent, no longer starting. But in the stillness, hope's seed is never far, Behind closed doors remain dreams, unmarred. Though the dance has paused, the spirit shall imbue, In every soul, a place where love once fluently grew.

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