Rows of the same house
Of the same people
Living the same lives
And every day
Is the same
Rows of the same house
Saying the same things
To the same people
Manipulating the same
Lying the same
Being ignorant, all the same
Everyone lives
The same
We
Are
Clones
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Woven Petals (5)
Poetry"So full of life yet so lifeless How can I go life like this?" ... Maybe one day if you keep staring into this glass, you'll see something you've been begging to find. Look upon your reflection, into the past it's woven petals but now it's all turn...
