It is a new moon, outside
The bat’s wing-beat
And the bandicoot’s screech
Make for the symphony of the night
Red rivers dry up around the whites
Scrolling through the app
Nervous fingers tap
Waiting for unsent replies
In the darkness, the only light
The screen of the handheld device
Yet caged inside
An illusion of happiness
I have an app for modern medicine
Just not true peace of mind
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Sep 30, 2023
Sep 30, 2023 at 2:38 PM UTC
It is a new moon, outside
The bat’s wing-beat
And the bandicoot’s screech
Make for the symphony of the night
Red rivers dry up around the whites
Scrolling through the app
Nervous fingers tap
Waiting for unsent replies
In the darkness, the only light
The screen of the handheld device
Yet caged inside
An illusion of happiness
I have an app for modern medicine
Just not true peace of mind
-x-
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