Never believe in consequences.
They never happen.
The seashore fades
From dusty eyes.
Dancing in the dark,
We embraced all those lies.
We come here to breath, and die.
Like Jesus, naked, crucified.
But, what about the resurrection,
You'd wonder -
What before then?
Never believe in life,
It never happens.
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Apathetic Symbols (And An Out-of-work Blood Vending Machine)
PoesiaThere's something I wanted to do after coming back from my incognito status. SO, I thought I would work with typographical symbols. Hope you'd like it.
