apocalyptic aftermath

in the aftermath
silence echoes
rising above our mushroom cloud

after all's been said and done
there is no more of you
now, than there is of me

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Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2015-10-09 at 12:03

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Sad but true.