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Burned EdgeEven the clock is lying , here in PripyatBurned Edge by ~Zeobot
Black earth and tears stain the floor
Human DNA twisted and turned into nothing better
Than what threatens to destroy us anyways
A home , once full of life, rings with the echoes of silent laughter
I hear them still, the shadows on the walls of what used to be
The shivers in my body, like vines creeping up to rip me apart
The shoe in the corner, my shoe, lingers with a solemn reminder
The firemen and their black gloves couldn't save us
People collapsing onto the ground inhale the poison
Purple toned skin on patches of untouched skin begins to rot
The smell of death – A disease incurable
Th
. I look forward to being aesthetically pleasing to your eyes. 
Sta.sh
