By RACHELL PAK
Staff Writer
Wake up and smell the roses,
And all you’ll hear are sirens,
All across the morning papers,
Everyone is dying.
I feel so small in this big world,
I feel so lonely with seven billion people.
We were one step forward but now we’re back,
How can the future look like the past?
Love will make us one,
And love will make us last.
I feel so small in this big world,
I feel so lonely with seven billion people.
Wake up and smell the roses,
And all you’ll hear are sirens.
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Breaking News: a poem
March 29, 2017
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