Sad Labels:
acceptance
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dark poems
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sad poems
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sad poetry
leave the world behind. we're only abbreviations after all. temporary bridges over permanent voids.
time counts in fevers. a parody of open wounds. our skin is loud. but touch doesn't listen.
speak softly. seldom questions chase the shadows.
distance does its dirty math. as we casually keep count.
travelers in empty masks.
the truth is a commodity. sometimes a profit. more often a loss.
everything is a transaction.
ugly animals caught in their own beautiful traps.
we wear the world in fancy robes.
hoping no one notices how naked we are.