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Suffering

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By Spencer funkPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Suffocating

No oxygen left in this room

I feel the walls closing deeper into my tomb

This place of refreshment will leave in the June’s breeze

Imaginary clocks ticking down with ease

What is the end result of timing?

When we get to where we were meant to go will we know that we’ve made it?

Traveling unpaved rooftops

Looking for a strip of sanctity

Non left for us to drill out of our earth

Spinning forever in circles

Giving life its purpose

Recycling energy

Folding itself over into new

Regurgitating the bile that has been soaking inside

Look into the lines of our enemy

What do you see on their side?

Do they operate the same way we do?

Do we suffer similar vices?

Are we both simply equal matches

Are we meant to relish in each other’s greatness?

Or are we destined to fall like the rest?

The stars speak in blurry vibration

One my feel

We aren’t entirely alone here

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Spencer funk

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