machinery

machinery

A Poem by DecentlyOkayWriter
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has it scraped enough from our stories to truly understand?

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does it really know what sadness means
past choked sobs and shaky hands?
has it scraped enough from our stories
to truly understand?
does it grasp what a bruise
feels like on a scraped knee
or does it just know how
it should feel?
does it know the difference of feeling
between mum kissing it better
and your first kiss?
or is it simply
looking at a photo of the stars
instead of seeing them

© 2025 DecentlyOkayWriter


Author's Note

DecentlyOkayWriter
Pardon the nonsense.

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Added on August 7, 2025
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DecentlyOkayWriter
DecentlyOkayWriter

my soul is in, NY



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