I'm from MN.


[//C0llAPSE.]

Organized chaos.
Cars falling from the sky.
Lives are lost.
Many people die.

Hug all the people you hate,
As you feel your insides rise.
If this is your fate,
Then I suppose I'll say goodbye,

Once you've fallen through the water,
And can feel the river stones at your feet,
You don't even bother
To look or take in what you see.

Panic takes over,
And some call it brave.
Get the young; the older.
Grab something you can save.






Poetry by Tori
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Written on 2007-08-18 at 06:35

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