Recycled Breath
RECYCLED BREATH
nothing ever gets thrown away
because everything is trash
waiting to be put to the curb
thinking is a waste of time
everyone is the same
in individuality
progression is a consequence
suffer past mistakes
changes stay the same
the future is a fuse
running out of time
explosions of surprise
in an order of nothing
we wait for a sign
does someone see us?
SEGREGATED UNITY
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