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Mächina Me.

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This machine is busted, hon,
Of all the lights there ain’t but one, that
Survived the flood of sorrow.

Still, don’t go feeling hard-by-done,
We had our days and maybe one, or
Two tomorrows.

No race was lost, no race was won,
But nonetheless, our race was run, on
Time we borrowed.

But this machine is busted, hon.

April 8, 2020AliceDarkFae alicedarkfae, had our time, mental health, poetry sketch, post apocalyptic Leave a comment

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