WhateverA Poem by Bryän
Whatever.
Life has become digital. Prescription drugs make life cyclical. Whatever. My friends are made of plasma, linked in this electric miasma. Whatever. Imagination's dated; by liquid crystal, decimated. Whatever. We're a dull orb, I won't deny, suspended in another sky. Whatever.
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