Flying Tanks
This is how it ends.
Nov 6 · 1 min read

I glance up
From my mid-week shop
To see the flying tanks.
I don’t know
How they’re held there,
Suspended in the air,
Rumbling slowly, ominously,
Preparing.

I glance up
From my mid-week shop
To see the flying tanks.
I don’t know
How they’re held there,
Suspended in the air,
Rumbling slowly, ominously,
Preparing.

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