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The Papers
Witnessing their eyes glimmer,
as their lacerated heart was bleeding,
trying. I couldn’t pressure ignorance to clot-
blood pulsing while they leered,
relishing it-
the plasma seeping those callous headlines,
exhibiting grief in a page spread
with the hatred that slowly kills.
Monday 2nd March 2020 1:09 pm
The Debut In Philosophy
Stars cloaked the fading pallet,
a shade turning black,
a backdrop to the scene
of ticking mind,
dusk becoming the sightless engineer
that oils those thoughts
colouring them to rust,
forced to start over.
Saturday 29th February 2020 1:36 pm
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