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Down, down, down I go
Into the abyss of the algorithm.
So many days have been lost here,
Too many hours gone.
Regret consumes my aging bones
As I long to regain the past.
Clowns and chaos and choreography
Tread the surface of my tired eyes.
Instead of sleep or connection,
Open to only the instant rush,
Nothing soothes like the Scroll.
About the Creator
Merrie Sanders
Writing for fun and as an escape from the everyday. After all, what is life for if not to create?
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