The Dirt of Pseudo-Life and the Overton's Windows by Igor Vykhovanets

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Feb 13

Endless filth uncurled,
Dripping on the world,
Sinking, cold and slow—
Down to depths below…
There’s window again—
Overton is morons Zen.

Written by

Igor Vykhovanets 58/M/Moldova

(58/M/Moldova)

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