Adoration
how much will you trade if compassion equals to diamond?
you worship every pristine thing
but you kept on digging
puddle of ignorance
lit a torch, spelling word by word
you look smarter when covered in falsity
it consoles you even when everybody loves you artificially
decipher your scheme for praise
then urge me to repair your mess
you have a lot more to conquer, say goodbye to your imbecility's departure
release this fake adoration out of your pocket
the bird won't mess up with its nest,
it seems like you do when you ignore someone who suggests;
find a way out
was keeping an unsolved puzzle
grant you pleasure?
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Mufiida
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The Spring
The sun was high when Lance pulled off the road and into the dusty lot of the service station. The sign back at the hairpin--the first sign in a long time--said they just rolled into Hatter’s Creek, Population 63. It was small enough it didn’t appear on the handmap in Shelby’s lap, yet here it stood, the first backwater township on the fringes of the National Park. The plan was to gas up, restock the snack bag, and press on into the wilderness.
By Zack Graham4 days ago in Fiction
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