Lives
Tragic: the lives we pull behind, limp like logs.
Bleary-eyed: the beer eases a tight tongue.
Relax - into substance like a rolling tumult;
a groove cut across our lives.
Labels: Nugae, Pseudaphorism, Uselessness
/*pedantic rantings, or: a mind with a bad clutch and stripped gears*/
Tragic: the lives we pull behind, limp like logs.
Labels: Nugae, Pseudaphorism, Uselessness
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