I see an irrefutable beauty in the cracked menagerie of whispers shifting to and fro
The circles we once revolved around
A round of rumors from peers who encompass the same wantoned life style
That stay
Stuck in the mire of mediocrity and non ambition
I welcome there thoughts because they remind us where we were and to that cherished escape we are heading.
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The Penultimate Pleasures
PoetryA collection of poems meant to embody the ongoing struggle of souls seeking shelter in modernity. (Let me know what you think:)