Last One Poem by Michelle Stanek

Last One



The streets were full of people
But no one was in sight
People are talking and laughing
But there is no sound
They open doors and move objects
But nothing is moving
Nothing has moved since that day
The day everyone died but me

-Michelle Stanek

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Michelle Stanek

Michelle Stanek

Indianapolis, Indiana
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