Watching Them Filter Us
Living disgruntled. Trying to find refuge from the annihilation of creativity.
The raucous caused by being meticulously animated.
Forlorn and gaunt from the holocaust of life that’s left body and soul emaciated for so long everything seems to be transparent and hollow.
poem by Vanessa Kingsley
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