are we all the same person,
born into differing bodies?
identical ball bearings,
whose trajectories
are altered by winds?
we are just peculiar
clockwork,
locked within a cage
with distorted walls
that imitate
our surroundings.
what if we all have the
same passing thoughts?
those which no one's
ever thought
to write down
as of yet?
YOU ARE READING
(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )
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