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60 · 2d
Patterns
Jay 2d
Cradle his young ego
The man repeats old patterns
Fooled by his own mind
0 · 1d
Exposure
Jay 1d
Opened.
Pried and beckoned
Ripped from tranquility
Forced into this reality
Again.
Jay 2d
Stand beside me, Friend
The one I have always feared
The one that lives here.
0 · 3d
Dust Logic
Jay 3d
He can feel it.
And his eyes —
they see-
Caught in the currents
of obscurity.

This inevitability —
it awakens him.

These somatic winds
constantly reshape him.

A soul of inhibited
possibilities,
choosing to dig holes into insanity
instead of ladders
to his destiny.

The worth of a
dying industry sits
in the window
of his faded face.

His view surrounded
by his broken luxuries

He keeps digging
to insanity.

— The End —