Nowhere is safe when
the sky is falling. Brother,
let us farewell now.
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So profound and true. Loved your Haiku!
Sad and relevant, and all the sadder because it’s relevant Well done
That’s pretty dystopian, Addison, but I loved it for the depth and form.