it is your ultra violence
your indecision
your mental atrophy
that has left the world
standing still
only in your head
we've all moved on
lived and loved
the world within you
unstirred and hollow
you move away
but there is no sorrow
deeper than whats in your bags
deep
stowed away
Short stories, poems, among other play things. A constant work in progress. Forever changing.
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