Sad Poems: Strutting Idiots

the world is merely a folly. a tepid riddle left behind. by overexcited atoms.  time is a gentle beast. a delicate poison.  it tastes like candy, but suffocates like quicksand.  we labor on this diminishing stage. stubborn priests stranded in the paradox of a…
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