A year gone sour, the 23rd in the lineup,
Possibly the bottom of the barrel.
Time ambles at a sluggish pace,
Yet haste lingers, escaping notice
Not catastrophic,
Yet laced with devastation,
The everyday mundane
The specials.
It's bad.
I think it's gonna get worse.
I think it's gonna get even worse
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Author:
J.Rai (
Offline) - Published: November 25th, 2023 07:26
- Category: Sad
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