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Feb 2021
The world may end in ice,
Or else it will burn in fire.
Neither seem very nice.
Now the situation grows dire.

I am certain of only this,
I shall never know the bliss,
The earth cannot withstand.
It will die by our own hand.

That the world might fall to ice.
For wouldn’t it be nice?
Never knowing who’ll pay the price.
Zach Blackmer
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Zach Blackmer  23/M
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   ---, Kamilla and Eshwara Prasad
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