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September 24, 2010

A poem

By Parsley Rose Published about a year ago • 1 min read

sitting in the deepest hole

there is no more place for me to go

i wandered the streets

waiting for a sign

but on this one way path

i got lost

waiting to hear you

feel you as you shouted out my name

i wanted to hug you

hold you

but instead you slipped away

now i'm sitting in the deepest hole

staring up at the sky

hoping and praying that someday soon

we would be alright

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About the Creator

Parsley Rose

Just a small town girl, living in a dystopian wasteland, trying to survive the next big Feral Ghoul attack. I'm from a vault that ran questionable operations on sick and injured prewar to postnuclear apocalypse vault dwellers. I like stars.

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    Written by Parsley Rose