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Mistah Gates. He dead" Time is an ouroboros and the Earth a flat circle Measure out your life in insta pics Let us go then, you and I, through empty diamonds and deserted play grounds. Let us visit, if you will, the battlefields , streets full of bodies that decay in minutes. In waiting rooms people come and go and speak of tanks and Bushido   Eyes I dare not meet Can see me with their headpiece made of straw This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Forgotten, as we stare at our new ones.
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Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
Prufrock On the Edge of the World
Mistah Gates. He dead" Time is an ouroboros and the Earth a flat circle Measure out your life in insta pics Let us go then, you and I, through empty diamonds and deserted play grounds. Let us visit, if you will, the battlefields , streets full of bodies that decay in minutes. In waiting rooms people come and go and speak of tanks and Bushido   Eyes I dare not meet Can see me with their headpiece made of straw This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Forgotten, as we stare at our new ones.
This poem is intentionally jagged and imperfect, much like me.
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Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
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