Carbon
CARBON COPIES
By Aaron HodgkinsPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
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We are a dust cloud
We are running out of time
We are mere Carbon
About the Creator
Aaron Hodgkins
I shook my brain and out came 214 little hairballs of thought.
Contemporary poetry by
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