Destroyed trust smeared on shingles
Ruins spread out over the dismantled carpet
Locked up gates surrounding decrepit doors
Components of ancient clocks in disgust
Splinters in necks of apathetic voices
Arms folding like a hand of cards
Negligence lingers in the crisp air
Carelessness hobbling on a narrow path
Monotony standing tall and shrewd
Incuriosity bounces like a dodgeball
Separation is coughed up like phlegm
Alienation is the divine appetite
Four mile road of still emptiness
Unfortunately many reside in a glance of reality
Clever use of words. Novel idea. Thanks for sharing
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Thank you Sadje! Hope you are well
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Thanks.
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Welcome
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Unnerving
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Is that good? I posted your Blue Eyes Lane the other day
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Just amazing 🖤🖤
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Thank you!
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Thes would get my back up, and I would shout:”Enough!”, then work to clear the debris.
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Great point of view!
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