The Conclusion
Andresa Hernandez
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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