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May 2020
Crack. Thwack. Crumble.
Each speck of dust just drops
and drops and drops.
Floating above the craters that were
cracked, thwacked, and crumbled
deep into the Earth. My Earth.
Our Earth. What Earth?

What's left?
Grammarly says this poem is informative.
Written by
Hannah Douglas  21/F/England
(21/F/England)   
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