Extinct (an acrostic poem)

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Every single one of them were gone

X marked the spot where the last one had died

That seemed such a minor thing at the time, and yet

It was the beginning of the end for the rest of us

Now I stand here to make another monument

Chiseling an X using my fingernails on the spot I stand

This is where the last of us will take their final breathe

Open (an acrostic poem)

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Outside she was closed, boarded up with locks and everything

People passing by saw there was absolutely no way in

Except that one guy that came by every day and sat there and listened

Now they are each other’s happily ever after