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Love in the Apocalypse

the moonlight pours over us

cradled in a bed of dying violets and clovers

the flowers on my dress imitating the scene

your brown eyes staring into mine

looking into my heart, at my soul, all over

this may be the last night we get to do this

before the waves rise much too high

and pollution continues to fill the sky

but until we have to go,

before the poison consumes our bones,

will you grant me one last kiss?

Hannah Bailey is a 21 year old poet and artist located in Ohio, USA.

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Published in issue 5


Published in issue 5


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