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As the evening ticks on I sit and ponder Inside my restless spirit I witness the comings And goings Of all the people Through the pixels of black Scrolling or trolling The ether holds such power Yet it’s substance is weak Usage of color inside words A slip of the keys Portrayal in portraits In lives out of the hives But what is the point Engaging in this parade Do you show off your mask Create those tasks So I wonder again If I’m in the right place Or did I just end up In a new trap for me
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May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 8:46 PM UTC
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As the evening ticks on I sit and ponder Inside my restless spirit I witness the comings And goings Of all the people Through the pixels of black Scrolling or trolling The ether holds such power Yet it’s substance is weak Usage of color inside words A slip of the keys Portrayal in portraits In lives out of the hives But what is the point Engaging in this parade Do you show off your mask Create those tasks So I wonder again If I’m in the right place Or did I just end up In a new trap for me
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May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 8:46 PM UTC
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