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"silent panic"

  • Writer: and the moon speaks again
    and the moon speaks again
  • May 12, 2021
  • 1 min read

The universe’s ceiling

grew black

and you did nothing,


the waters filled with smoke

and our minds became fogged

but the panic was absent


and the mundane was exciting,


we could have saved the world

but we didn’t and that makes me question


whether they even cared

because their mother was dying


and they killed her,


because they took life from

the one who gave them their own.



 
 
 

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