1. My Wasteland
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road is empty
desolate and tumbleweeds
pavement plenty
yellow line to hear my screams

trudging on
looking for someone to feel
setting sun
convincing me that this is real

It’s my wasteland

field is burning
Smothering and I can't breathe
what's concerning
is I don't want your sweet relief

stumble on
a thousand people with a prize
surrounded by a crowd of lies

It’s my wasteland

devoid, empty, Lifeless, vain, extinct