Tendrils In The Lattice
Learn what happens at the end of the world in this sci-fi poem.
The incandescent lights flashed,
Yet the empty room felt cold.
Standing in the middle of the ruined living room;
Noises and sounds echo, echo, echo.
The incandescent lights flashed,
Yet the empty room felt cold.
Standing in the middle of the ruined living room;
Noises and sounds echo, echo, echo.
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