
The world
ends in small doses
discoveries lead us
to lands of explosions
and pollutions.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness

The world
ends in small doses
discoveries lead us
to lands of explosions
and pollutions.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina