Sad Labels:
catharsis
,
clarity
,
dark poetry
,
frailties
,
sad poems
,
sad poetry
curious machines bargain with their ends. conflating choice and consent.
all these flawed maps of our own creation. mercilessly cutting through our paths.
we linger in the sharp sober of our failed devotions.
skinless monsters in the beds of sleeping damsels.
kneading our spent promises. condemned to the atropy of expectation.
passengers in our own flesh.
exchanging faces with strangers.
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