The day after the world ends
I pick a word up off the ground
and another, and on,
shoving them in my pockets.
By these words, I will write again.
With pockets full
surely I can write a new world?
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The day after the world ends
I pick a word up off the ground
and another, and on,
shoving them in my pockets.
By these words, I will write again.
With pockets full
surely I can write a new world?
