I don’t own things, but
things own me;
this future corpse
ain’t mine, you see?
The places I go, to and fro
aren’t even there;
the thoughts I think? Imaginary.
Another stake to bear.
And so I float through daily life
weighed down by mundane gloom
and sit amidst my plain decor
in my vain suburban tomb.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Offline) - Published: April 28th, 2026 21:56
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Comments1
heyyy I live there and truly beautiful!!!!!
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