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49 · May 28
An Ending
Hadrian Veska May 28
Ah, they tell me the world has ended
Exactly how, they do not know
But shortly thus we will be gone
Enveloped in a great mist or smoke

I look at the back of my hand
And wonder in what I presume
Are my very last moments
Why I do not seem to care

— The End —