A Place Called...

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marldude1

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I wake up one morning to the smell of chemicals and dirt
Outside sunlight has turned a hazy brown as my boots stir up radiation sterilised ash and dust drifts through the air
As my footprints behind me fill up again with more waste and murk i tread on through the desolation,
I think to myself why did i have to wake up in this place..

this place called earth

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