we walk in circles
going around corners
and we get nowhere
on a big stop plaque
in the abyss of the world
a land without law
a lost paradise
a burning city
a desert island
a ruined house
a country without war
a dead end
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrythe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
