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earth stumbles over its dirty laundry basket

Posted to Action Poetry

it all ends in increduliouty fuckin people
that i care that they do not know
breathe deep none of it has
consequences your dreams
nightmares and all
will only haunt your conscience for moments
before its displaced by warmth of mortality
all over before we knew it began
a mixture of disgust for myself
love for others
and a combination of socio pathic
of short lived