Poetry

THE CODE

The universe she is in has a code719?Oh, she knows itThe code is corruptThe trees are shakingThings are glitchingThey’re moving togetherNo, the code is corruptThe universe is corruptIt is falling apart

Analise Braddock
Analise Braddock, 9
Katonah, New York

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