the sun was destroyed and the moon rushed to fill the void;
machines feared the persistent darkness.
it tried so hard to be something it wasn't;
machines feared the undying moon.
the moon was ecstatic, and began to project its blinding innocence as sunlight;
machines feared the everlasting joy
YOU ARE READING
Free .
Poetryi like somebody. ive told countless strangers who it is but not a single friend.
