The End

February 18, 2017

After the sun explodes,

And the moon shrivels to dust,

The earth will remain intact,

but ever so fragile and delicate.

Its people will be gone, 

Wiped off its surface.

But as our bodies turn to ash,

And our dreams are demolished,

Our spirits will maybe, possibly, live on.

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