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gradually, as time shifts, so does my heart.

in a perpetual state of nausea, we are forced

to become a marching, faithful band

of brothers?

of enemies.

hark!, where did my peers go?

they scattered at the sound of the sirens and the 

sight of the rotten food that feeds their bellies.

tap, tapping fingers on a meaningless plastic key.

just as useful as a scribbling on a paper.

go now

from here

where you can 

find yourself

in the same position you were hoping to escape.

Author's Note

any feedback is welcomed

Reviews

[Jay Levon]

I like it, the last stanza really stands out