Behold, we know not anything
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last - far off - at last, to all
And every winter change to spring...
~So runs my dream, but what am I?
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Story by Aiphos17
Hollow
I roam the Earth
Climbing over the debris
Searching for life
There is nothing.
Nothing but you
And me
