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sad sunshine you’re gone.
hate long days, why did you leave?
I stayed. Under dark.
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Bacon
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings. He launches into an atmosphere riddled with smoke, soot, and ash. He feels the radiation from a thousand fallen nukes. For humanity, it’s certain death. For him, it’s like bathing in a sauna. He laughs again at the thought.
By C. Rommial Butler2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Creates a sense of longing and emptiness. nice lines.....
Poignant haiku. Nicely done.
That is deep. Well done
Nice piece ❤️😉