QED

poesy

stationary sleep

Like shreds of paper found within a cohabitative scene of vice

it begins this void of your own creation_____

the commonalities that we all hold in common can be

easily broken and resurrected in time

for what though?

We all have to survive somehow in this place

and sometimes we want to be left to our own devices

seeking pleasures in  mind or

voicing our opinions scatter brained  toward the

delusions of the others….

what right do we have to invade each other

and simply twiddle our thumbs as the world

burns for those who have yet to become pure….

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