OverpopulationA Poem by Wraith.
Pavements absorb fleshy blurs
Motion in acceleration caught up in the precipitation Volumes Silence? Muffled phone calls Foreign conversations It's remote where the footsteps end Trees stand still against a yawning sky Since when did nature become so primitive © 2015 Wraith. |
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