sun is only shining in daydreams,
when our eyes ajar, we witness dull.
things
been on the surface, seems
like it's written on the wall.
birds are hushing twitter on demand.
we unhear their singing; echoed far.
mend
our broken spine, we bend
hard.
there only paths that now are in the fog.
cannot aware oneself what waits ahead.
here, an underdog,
a smackhead.
smackhead
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