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This world thrives off of

By Erika EdbergPublished about a year ago 1 min read
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Time
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Time

Says I wanted out

Warm showers

Three hours

And a whole night to spare.

Room full of

Clipped cigarettes

Talks half finished

And a molding glass

Of chardonnay.

Bodies lay

Tired

Not touching

I keep my hands to myself.

I dont really want

anybody

It seems like a slight

Waste of emotion

When I could keep my windows clouded

For hours

Three whole hours

And then the lights dim.

My whole mind is sin

But I dont try to fight it

Anymore than Him.

The big eye in the sky

Seems paid off

By those white collared lies.

Sin sinner sinning

Sin

Sinner

Sinning

But how much of it really exists

Unless someone is brutalized

Or you cause the great die.

And how could

You even pull yourself to that

Extreme

Like driving your car

Off the edge of the world,

Plunge

Into black void theory

Death science

And corruption,

Creeping tendencies.

Destruction

Young child

Dont you know

This world thrives off of

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About the Creator

Erika Edberg

Part time bard serving whispers from forgotten kingdoms.

windwitch.substack.com

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