What are you? By Theo

You are the wind brushing up against the trees.

You are a coin getting passed around all the time by random people.

You are the sun screaming in a high pitched voice “BURN”.

You a conker waiting to fall and get played with.

You are Dynamo flying in front of the Christ the Redeemer statue.

You are hunger, waiting to be fed.

You are the end.

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