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The land is barren
The sky is grey
There is no way
To recover from today
It seems that fate
Is not so great
The desolate lands
Shall be untouched by hands
For many years to come.
The sky is grey
There is no way
To recover from today
It seems that fate
Is not so great
The desolate lands
Shall be untouched by hands
For many years to come.
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This is one of the few poems that I will be making. Idk why but the idea came to me while I was playing FNAF 2. Hope you guys enjoy.
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