Screaming satellite in orbit of a mocking sun.
I am outnumbered - infinity to one.
Forever after without human touch.
I am less than nothing and it's still too much.
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Launching Your Diary Into Space
PoetryA collection from my old notebooks from my teenage years. A look into the 'birth of Benway'. Featuring angsty love-lorn poems aimed at no one in particular to Dada experiments. A lot of it is old rubbish but someone might read it.
