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It's currently 4am, the time when words like night and morning are mistaken... for it is both, yet neither. tired moths fly rythmatically into the bug zapper. souls escaping their bodies, stale light absorbing their souls. their bodies fall painting meaningless obscenities in the smoke left behind. corpses covered by dirt... the grass weeps for thee. bodies hallow lifeless... empty I am empty... void of social dependence, but full of understanding. understanding my pulse is still rapid. if only I were tired what an overlooked luxury?
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
4am
It's currently 4am, the time when words like night and morning are mistaken... for it is both, yet neither. tired moths fly rythmatically into the bug zapper. souls escaping their bodies, stale light absorbing their souls. their bodies fall painting meaningless obscenities in the smoke left behind. corpses covered by dirt... the grass weeps for thee. bodies hallow lifeless... empty I am empty... void of social dependence, but full of understanding. understanding my pulse is still rapid. if only I were tired what an overlooked luxury?
the moths in this poem represent the drone that our society has made you younger generation out to be. thank you.
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
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