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I’m detached from pain
It’s repressed in strange places,
Like a moon-tide storm.
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“During the Metal Age, humans took photographs of everything beautiful, which was everything, yet machines did not even wear shoes. The Fauxna thought of a better way. They colored all of the light rose, for a corrupted source cannot be verified.” - Origin Parable, 011
By Nicky Franklya day ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Whoaaaa, that hit so hard and was so deep! Loved your poem!
I love this poem. How a feeling of detachment relationship to the sky .
Very powerful words, I can relate.
Lovely and poignant
Wow this was deep and sad ♥️ excellent haiku.