We snacked on the millions
And let our pain be less than seen
Parsed this labyrinthian life
of haze and plastic evergreen
We gobbled up expressions
The robes we bore were tied with jest
Waded through this hourglass
of faux feelings and acquiesced
We devoured sentiments
So things would die before they lived
Trudged on passive empty roads
that said more than we ever did
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The Margins of Error
PoetryA collection of brief distracting poems by an equally distracted author. The Door is open, feel free to step inside.
