The Lullabies That Keep Me Sane [A Compilation of My Poems]

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That’s our world

We’re thrown into society

Injected with artificial will and passion from needles of vagueness

Left to slowly and poisonously turn into clay

Then strewn into the oven of this world that shapes us with every ghastly push and punch

After that we bake

In the heat of our anguish

So the result?

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