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The End

Dust in the Wind

By Yalish MorrisonPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Streets of love

Streets of care

Wonderkid

Lost in the air

People crying

People dying

Everything is fake

Stop hiding

Hiding I am

Hiding I will stay

In this pretend world

Full of hate

Running toward the sun

The unknown has come

Choose a weapon or a gun

The end is numb

Orange people

With orange plans

Leading the path

Into the barrel of a gun

The end has come

Our faces are blurred

The mojo was murdered

The chameleon is gone

Our world forgotten

Everyone is dead

Close this door

Don’t open it again

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About the Creator

Yalish Morrison

Trying to create my own space in this world.

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