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Too sentimental
For the inner circles,
I mend about the outskirts,
Rescuing bouquets
From the frenzied feet
Of trudging monsters,
Who hold fences up
To their faces.

I filter –
And suffer the toxins
Like a stupid martyr.

How has it become
So difficult
To cut through the grease,
To peer through the
Swollen mobiles.

The climate
Collapses
Everyday,
But I try to
Spot the shine:
Even if it is
Unreal.
journal type poetry.
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AlecBell's avatar
The inner world is where the order of poetry begins :heart: