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Nov 2019
Measured and metered.

Everything nice.
Beauty and spice.

We're all just some drone.

Out there in this magnificent future they wrote about.

In magazines.

In story books.

In the infinite imagination of the next slug to crawl out of the mud and screams at the lack.
Of meaning.
In this.
Life.

No.
I don't want to believe in a better tomorrow.

I can't.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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