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Jun 2018
distracted people lay
IN THE GRASSES OF ETERNITY

they gaze, just empty hands
OPEN PALMS TO THEIR EYES

the mother coughs, sweats and weeps
BEEFY FLESH SHARED AS SERENITY

the eggplants lay withering in dying foliage
IGNORANCE FEEDS INTO DISGUSTING LIES

the communications they commit
waste what little time and
breath they have left

no shred of passion is left,
they all commit to be planted
and dare not care

every mouth of movement spills out
repeated nonsense, repeated quotes
from things of repeated nature

however it is not the repetition that makes them vile
its the lack of acknowledgement it receives
the lack of emotion for anything

CONSCIOUS OR UNCONSCIOUS

and the ones i connect to,
are dead, or changed forever,
for better or fo-
no

just for ******* worse.


you are on your own,
and when you realize that



you seize solitude as a piece of pride.
I could not think of a title for this, this is actually a couple of months old
Mike Virgl
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Mike Virgl  18/M
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