On a chilly Wednesday morning,
they shall act like machines
still paralysed - how life will go on
without screeching at it
without blurring its sight of hope
without all the sick madness
and it's okay
and it's okay.
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Human Steak
PoetryWhat is it that happens every weekday in a dysfunctional jungle? Trigger Warning: Suicide
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On a chilly Wednesday morning,
they shall act like machines
still paralysed - how life will go on
without screeching at it
without blurring its sight of hope
without all the sick madness
and it's okay
and it's okay.