Written by Emily Harstone | February 13, 2018
And then, there was one left.
Power: To remember strong guarded wisdom.
Older, wiser, yet my heart aches
My tears have all dried up
memories seared, lines traced by pain
I sleep now, peace has come.
The last man falls. Finally, peace.
Her wisdom weighed down her heart.
Then the asphalt opened its eye.
The moisturizer was, in fact, defective.
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And then, there was one left.
Power: To remember strong guarded wisdom.
Older, wiser, yet my heart aches
My tears have all dried up
memories seared, lines traced by pain
I sleep now, peace has come.
The last man falls. Finally, peace.
Her wisdom weighed down her heart.
Then the asphalt opened its eye.
The moisturizer was, in fact, defective.