Just a cloud trying hard not to fall as rain.
A Sonnet To Society
she is whole as a dewdrop sticking to a cobweb
Is this prismatic place really just a cage?
And hatred seeps into the window blocking light from within, and the roof crumbles into the skin, and the teardrops like cinders glow.
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