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  • Andresa Hernandez

The Conclusion

Time blissed.

As we all felt the apocalypse.

It's the end of the world.

The coverage of the earth 

whorled—all around me.

Tomorrow is the end.

Goodbye, my friend,

My companionship.

I never even got to try parsnips,

or ever owned an apartment.

Will the skies ever fix?

Maybe an idea will click.

Here comes the eclipse.



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