the market
the market will provideits followers
they don't need to sustain
each other
but I was like raked
my world had shrunken a lot
because of that, I felt the urge to be guided
by gods of old witches
because I had withered so much
I could touch the walls of my
room
Poetry by urban duck
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Written on 2022-08-15 at 07:16
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