Written by Emily Harstone | February 26, 2018
Where did I park my car?
she was the last that remained.
Door safety was not a concern.
Desolate wasteland, of lost hopes & dreams.
John? I was glad I pushed him.
Long-haired humanoids enjoyed shooting the breeze.
At pink of sunset zombies roam.
Nothing but hills. Everyone was dead.
I could not escape the smell.
Why cling to this odiferous rat?
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Where did I park my car?
she was the last that remained.
Door safety was not a concern.
Desolate wasteland, of lost hopes & dreams.
John? I was glad I pushed him.
Long-haired humanoids enjoyed shooting the breeze.
At pink of sunset zombies roam.
Nothing but hills. Everyone was dead.
I could not escape the smell.
Why cling to this odiferous rat?