Lost souls
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City of Machines
I can see my tangled soul reflected in the winter lenses of an office building in the factory district. The background is sun and discomfort. A broken man sits on a bench holding a sign that reads: Why can’t I ever win? I walk through the city of stacks. No voices, only machines. They’re building… Continue reading
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Lost Souls of the Mind
A beaten grocery cart lies on its side In an empty, stained parking lot An abandoned store sits lifeless A canvas for lost souls of the mind Signage ripped away Glass sliding doors now a portal of black A blemish of capitalism remains We tear apart the Earth for products Mansions of plastic and digitized… Continue reading
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