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Aug 2021
We are stuck in a loop
Where we are objects ourselves,
Learned to put on a display,
Well sought after prices
And used as the display cases
To flaunt the prowess
Of whoever owns us for this moment.

I yearn for someone
Who sees the person within,
And I know so do you.

Count your blessings, I say,
And ours is time,
Until eternity.
An edgy dialogue from a psychedelic play I wrote. We don't know simplicity here.
*drowns in work*
Written by
Kairosclere  18/F/Coffee stains
(18/F/Coffee stains)   
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