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Driving off into the sunset, the hero soon discoverednothing was past the plot. She stopped, looked back,
and found the road had wound into tangled wires.
There would be no return. The color on the page
was fading. Soon enough, it would be just her and her car.
The once bright scene around her became black and white.
The hills had not only lost their color but their details,
and now were only scribblings. Frightened, she got in her car
but the road had become smudge marks; all around her,
things stopped existing. Everything unbecame,
and she screamed into an empty page.
Poetry by Sameen
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2022-09-06 at 18:15
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