Theres something wrong
about this place
I see buildings, vehicles
and people
but I cant see their face
Theres something odd
about this place
theres no smell or sound
and the skye is turning dark
brown
Something is not right
the ocean has no current
theres no movement
no insects and the moon
Is gone except the sun
Somethings is telling me
To run
You bring joy to my world
except when your gone.
©oiram
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