there was a voice
that only spoke
to say everything
was wrong.
the line is long
the people waiting
unnaturally
bright.
the sky is gray
the weather is mild
the combination
strange.
your friends are gone
were never here
nothing is real only
fear.
after
some time
it lost
the faculty
of meaning
but
for a while
kept
words.
run
slowly
nothing
is coming
until
ever
and
always
it
turned
a
rattling
hum
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
there was a voice
that only spoke
to say everything
was wrong.
the line is long
the people waiting
unnaturally
bright.
the sky is gray
the weather is mild
the combination
strange.
your friends are gone
were never here
nothing is real only
fear.
after
some time
it lost
the faculty
of meaning
but
for a while
kept
words.
run
slowly
nothing
is coming
until
ever
and
always
it
turned
a
rattling
hum
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