CRIED VERSES FROM THE BLEAK WASTELAND

The wasteland stretches forever, a graveyard of rusted metal and broken dreams. Screams echo through the desolate winds, telling tales of forgotten. Here, amongst the #love tombstones, poets find their voice, scratching verse onto parchment as black as the sky. Their words are barren, a mirror to the heart of this broken land. Aching for rain, t