April 17, 2013

A Poem

By Parsley Rose Published 4 months ago • 1 min read

through the cracks

I watch myself

as she withers away

to nothing I become

will something beautiful appear

in my wake?

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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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