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robotic trails
the same songs, the same breakfast and the same people
over and over and over and
replace me with a bug, a computer
fill up my mug with something truer
transform me from this hollowed shell
who knows painful repetition all too well
i used to be so smart
now my bleak life craves the abstract art
which once gave it colour
and a nihilist, my hopeful...
Monday 15th May 2023 7:10 am
The Eagle Woman
The Eagle Woman is made of shale
layers of life loam, which weigh her down
She is subsumed by ten white men who have killed every ounce of her outward nature.
Men like granite who glance her way
Not seeing the feathers pearlescent, buried, fused with the debris of past bullies.
Though she rises up to the thermals with wings that only God himself can capitulate.
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