Dystopian Society
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Her eyes were a deep-set amber
Her face was crusted with dust
The end of the world had started
and all she could do was watch.
Nuclear warfare never paid off.
Two sides
Behind the glass abides a sorrow soul,
And a gossamer snow to mask his beak
But in his world he stays, crows- NEVERMORE
What worlds away they’re unknown...will he seek?
