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How It Ends
This is the way the world ends,
This is the way the world ends,
This is the way the world ends,
Not with a bang, but a #hashtag.
Tuesday 15th September 2020 11:05 am
My Window
In the corner of my room there is a window,
The frame is rotted, the glass is dirty,
But it is there,
In the morning, it catches the first light and brightens the bare walls,
By noon, it has become a portrait,
A beautiful decoration, seeming a bit out of place,
When the sun starts to set, the portrait changes,
Ominous, as long shadows stretch off into the horizon,
At night, it is empty...
Saturday 29th August 2020 6:49 pm
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