"with last essence, truth becomes a bold substance..."
as expiration becomes inevitable
things become out of focus; and
the world starts to make sense
we struggle in our entirety, only
to be what we never wanted to be
and in finding us in that predicament
an ironic situation that we all trip over
sediment settling like a simplistic thought
we are the same, made of the same
not alone but a different perspective
returning to our carbon print; only
our scars on the world will echo on.
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